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 Marshall Islands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Toronto and Lille.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 the Sonics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Magazine,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rotary Connection,
The Real Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül II,
The Birthday Party,
Jacob Miller,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monolake,
Wolf Eyes,
Lindisfarne,
Lungfish,
the Association,
Thee Headcoats,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Offenders,
Minor Threat,
The Dead C,
Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Order,
Toni Rubio,
Soul II Soul,
Smog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Talk Talk,
Throbbing Gristle,
June Days,
DJ Style,
Girls At Our Best!,
Charles Mingus,
Grauzone,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Franke,
China Crisis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick Morgan,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Rundgren,
Steve Hackett,
Alison Limerick,
Quadrant,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wire,
Robert Wyatt,
John Holt,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.