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 Djibouti and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Jeff Mills,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers,
The Remains,
Roger Hodgson,
U.S. Maple,
Lyres,
Newcleus,
Drive Like Jehu,
EPMD,
The New Christs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris & Cosey,
Babytalk,
Jacques Brel,
Pagans,
The Martian,
Black Sheep,
The Smoke,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Main Source,
Camouflage,
Darondo,
The Mojo Men,
Livin' Joy,
Negative Approach,
Ossler,
the Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Eli Mardock,
Angry Samoans,
Franke,
Desert Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Fugazi,
kango's stein massive,
Das Ding,
Television,
Bang On A Can,
a-ha,
Mark Hollis,
Outsiders,
the Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Cymande,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wings,
John Foxx,
Rekid,
Buzzcocks,
Visage,
Peter and Kerry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Brand Nubian,
The Happenings,
Skriet,
Hot Snakes,
Fatback Band,
Anakelly,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.