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 Dominica and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
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 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Offenders,
Drexciya,
The Dead C,
The Beau Brummels,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra,
Fear,
Wings,
Soulsonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gun Club,
The Blackbyrds,
Scientists,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grauzone,
Ludus,
Henry Cow,
Deakin,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slackers,
Youth Brigade,
The Durutti Column,
The Associates,
The Names,
U.S. Maple,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
EPMD,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aswad,
Rotary Connection,
Visage,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Machine,
KRS-One,
the Bar-Kays,
Faraquet,
Michelle Simonal,
Mantronix,
PIL,
Freddie Wadling,
The Selecter,
Jawbox,
Vladislav Delay,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Motorama,
The Count Five,
Harry Pussy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donny Hathaway,
Cameo,
The Cowsills,
Q and Not U,
DJ Style,
Sugar Minott,
Lyres,
Skarface,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.