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 Indonesia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Lungfish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Ultra Naté,
Spandau Ballet,
Sight & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Sandy B,
The Victims,
Can,
Agent Orange,
Newcleus,
Q and Not U,
Cluster,
Roxette,
Johnny Osbourne,
Icehouse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quadrant,
Rakim,
Public Enemy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-102,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Wyatt,
Second Layer,
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Slits,
The Five Americans,
The Beau Brummels,
The Zeros,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Carl Craig,
Dawn Penn,
The Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Grauzone,
Country Teasers,
John Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Popol Vuh,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Remains,
Cheater Slicks,
The Tremeloes,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Clarke,
DNA,
Pulsallama,
Brass Construction,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Japan,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Bananas,
Moby Grape,
Prince Buster,
Simply Red,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.