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 South Africa and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 The Music Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
cv313,
John Holt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Johnny Clarke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxy Music,
ABC,
Sex Pistols,
China Crisis,
Newcleus,
Half Japanese,
Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
The Offenders,
Yazoo,
Hasil Adkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Amazonics,
Tommy Roe,
Nils Olav,
Dennis Brown,
Thee Headcoats,
Agent Orange,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moleskins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Copeland,
Underground Resistance,
Chris & Cosey,
The Modern Lovers,
Rapeman,
Wolf Eyes,
8 Eyed Spy,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sandy B,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Wake,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funky Four + One,
The Count Five,
Pussy Galore,
Fela Kuti,
Ice-T,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Order,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Names,
Soul II Soul,
Janne Schatter,
Maleditus Sound,
Goldenarms,
Khruangbin,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Vogues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.