Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malta and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Youth Brigade to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Jandek,
Derrick Morgan,
Swell Maps,
The Martian,
Nils Olav,
Black Flag,
Malaria!,
Iggy Pop,
Parry Music,
FM Einheit,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
a-ha,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q and Not U,
Marvin Gaye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fall,
the Germs,
The Buckinghams,
Nirvana,
Moebius,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Little Man,
Yazoo,
China Crisis,
Idris Muhammad,
Severed Heads,
Popol Vuh,
Cybotron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-Ray Spex,
The Invisible,
Michelle Simonal,
Amazonics,
Section 25,
Dawn Penn,
Patti Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Rundgren,
Suicide,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DNA,
Soft Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Barry Ungar,
Erasure,
The Last Poets,
Theoretical Girls,
Marmalade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Colin Newman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fugs,
Second Layer,
Rotary Connection,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.