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 Djibouti and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sexual Harrassment to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Brand Nubian,
The Pretty Things,
Nirvana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anakelly,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Underground Resistance,
Talk Talk,
Skaos,
Aloha Tigers,
EPMD,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Vogues,
Barry Ungar,
Cecil Taylor,
Marvin Gaye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brothers Johnson,
Los Fastidios,
The Gun Club,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter and Kerry,
Toni Rubio,
David McCallum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Easy Going,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter & Gordon,
Tears for Fears,
Severed Heads,
LL Cool J,
Joy Division,
The Real Kids,
Gang Starr,
Icehouse,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed,
Lalann,
Television,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Finger,
Goldenarms,
KRS-One,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arab on Radar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tim Buckley,
Isaac Hayes,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.