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 Austria and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Theoretical Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Stooges,
The Litter,
David McCallum,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
10cc,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Standells,
Iggy Pop,
Drexciya,
Glenn Branca,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Pus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris Corsano,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
Kevin Saunderson,
T. Rex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television,
Ponytail,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camouflage,
The Raincoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Gang Dance,
The American Breed,
June of 44,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barbara Tucker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gichy Dan,
The Count Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Young Rascals,
The Walker Brothers,
The Remains,
Minny Pops,
Donald Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Henry Cow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Robert Wyatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Techniques,
Cymande,
Jacob Miller,
Agent Orange,
Michelle Simonal,
Mo-Dettes,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.