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 Burkina and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aaron Thompson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Japan,
Rekid,
Bauhaus,
Nirvana,
Cecil Taylor,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minor Threat,
The Gun Club,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Wyatt,
PIL,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nik Kershaw,
Easy Going,
Sun City Girls,
Fugazi,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aloha Tigers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
Sister Nancy,
X-Ray Spex,
Moebius,
The Motions,
Buzzcocks,
The Searchers,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glenn Branca,
World's Most,
UT,
Marine Girls,
Swans,
Drexciya,
The Gap Band,
Davy DMX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Negative Approach,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Smog,
JFA,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.