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 Chile and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Mission of Burma to the grime 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Hood,
Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mummies,
U.S. Maple,
Skaos,
Mission of Burma,
The Dead C,
The Skatalites,
Agent Orange,
Eric Copeland,
The Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
The Selecter,
The Raincoats,
Mark Hollis,
Amazonics,
The New Christs,
Altered Images,
Quando Quango,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders,
Malaria!,
Sällskapet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reagan Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Parry Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Marmalade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neu!,
Letta Mbulu,
Das Ding,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronnie Foster,
La Düsseldorf,
Babytalk,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oneida,
Con Funk Shun,
Al Stewart,
48th St. Collective,
Surgeon,
Marine Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Procol Harum,
Radio Birdman,
Darondo,
Average White Band,
The Kinks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Rekid,
Wings,
Cymande,
Roger Hodgson,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.