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 Belarus and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Basic Channel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Sandy B,
H. Thieme,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gladiators,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masters at Work,
Excepter,
Angry Samoans,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bush Tetras,
Idris Muhammad,
Yaz,
Malaria!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
La Düsseldorf,
Ossler,
ABC,
The Kinks,
Eddi Front,
Fear,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker,
Donny Hathaway,
Sam Rivers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Supertramp,
Outsiders,
Prince Buster,
Minutemen,
Public Enemy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gichy Dan,
MDC,
Warsaw,
Moebius,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amazonics,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultra Naté,
Toni Rubio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.