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 Senegal and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Aloha Tigers to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Black Sheep,
Icehouse,
K-Klass,
The Victims,
Schoolly D,
Archie Shepp,
Essential Logic,
Clear Light,
The Skatalites,
The Moody Blues,
Agitation Free,
Khruangbin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Young Rascals,
The Saints,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Durutti Column,
the Swans,
Fear,
The Fortunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pulsallama,
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats,
The Trojans,
Gang Starr,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kurtis Blow,
Jandek,
Pole,
The Gories,
Alison Limerick,
Patti Smith,
Country Teasers,
Desert Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Human League,
Malaria!,
New Order,
Eric Copeland,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Main Source,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
LL Cool J,
Buzzcocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Oneida,
Blossom Toes,
Marvin Gaye,
Alice Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Zeros,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.