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 Bahamas and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Sonny Sharrock to the jazz 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ohio Players,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mr. Review,
Alison Limerick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Enemy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blackbyrds,
Oblivians,
The Searchers,
The Kinks,
Albert Ayler,
10cc,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mark Hollis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Pus,
Bootsy Collins,
The Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Evens,
DJ Sneak,
Sound Behaviour,
Accadde A,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-101,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Colin Newman,
Panda Bear,
Delta 5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blossom Toes,
Max Romeo,
Television,
Mary Jane Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pretty Things,
Tom Boy,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
Outsiders,
Iggy Pop,
Grey Daturas,
Mission of Burma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Carl Craig,
Absolute Body Control,
Don Cherry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Wake,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.