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 Sri Lanka and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez 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 Gang Starr to the grime 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
the Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare,
Tears for Fears,
La Düsseldorf,
Dave Gahan,
David Bowie,
Peter and Kerry,
Suburban Knight,
Interpol,
Tubeway Army,
The Toasters,
Anthony Braxton,
Pulsallama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ossler,
Nirvana,
Scrapy,
Nas,
Wally Richardson,
Chrome,
Minnie Riperton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Almond,
Ludus,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Green,
Qualms,
Model 500,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Hoover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Morten Harket,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Sight & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smiths,
Zapp,
Danielle Patucci,
Cal Tjader,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soulsonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Mars,
the Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Brick,
The Divine Comedy,
Swell Maps,
Smog,
Wire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.