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 New Zealand and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Liliput,
Charles Mingus,
Pantytec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delta 5,
Max Romeo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vladislav Delay,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tres Demented,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mummies,
the Bar-Kays,
New York Dolls,
Grey Daturas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Christie,
Franke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fatback Band,
Tim Buckley,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
The Trojans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harry Pussy,
Henry Cow,
Brass Construction,
The Skatalites,
Silicon Teens,
Warren Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Steve Hackett,
Deadbeat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crime,
JFA,
the Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bronski Beat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Judy Mowatt,
The Remains,
Roger Hodgson,
Quando Quango,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiohead,
Jimmy McGriff,
Depeche Mode,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stiv Bators,
Sarah Menescal,
K-Klass,
The Cure,
World's Most,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.