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 Solomon Islands and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Delon & Dalcan to the dance 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Suburban Knight,
KRS-One,
Massinfluence,
John Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Anakelly,
Little Man,
Cymande,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camberwell Now,
Simply Red,
Babytalk,
Kerrie Biddell,
LL Cool J,
The Mummies,
Tubeway Army,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eve St. Jones,
X-102,
X-Ray Spex,
MC5,
Second Layer,
The Victims,
D'Angelo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Offenders,
Faust,
Talk Talk,
The Gun Club,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Juan Atkins,
Circle Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thompson Twins,
Technova,
Aswad,
JFA,
Groovy Waters,
Country Teasers,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Age Steppers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Parrish,
Organ,
Warsaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
OOIOO,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Albert Ayler,
Moby Grape,
The Dead C,
The Shadows of Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.