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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Jandek,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Little Man,
Parry Music,
Zero Boys,
The Smiths,
Mandrill,
Althea and Donna,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stiv Bators,
Ken Boothe,
Severed Heads,
Brothers Johnson,
Bad Manners,
Fat Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter and Kerry,
Bob Dylan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX,
Gang Starr,
Bluetip,
Wasted Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June Days,
The Dead C,
Boredoms,
Derrick May,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ponytail,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Josef K,
Swans,
JFA,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masters at Work,
Sam Rivers,
The Mojo Men,
Delta 5,
The Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Almond,
The Beau Brummels,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tubeway Army,
Scion,
Massinfluence,
Cal Tjader,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.