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 Lebanon and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Slits to the punk 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Pop Group,
Stereo Dub,
OOIOO,
Leonard Cohen,
Newcleus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neu!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Animal Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Juan Atkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Joyce Sims,
Brass Construction,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warsaw,
cv313,
D'Angelo,
Funkadelic,
Thee Headcoats,
The Grass Roots,
The Monks,
DJ Style,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
Barry Ungar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Das Ding,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rod Modell,
Warren Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Outsiders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
a-ha,
Pole,
Anakelly,
Lungfish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Accadde A,
Oblivians,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultimate Spinach,
One Last Wish,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantaleimon,
The Leaves,
The Count Five,
Japan,
Ken Boothe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mark Hollis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Near,
Hasil Adkins,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.