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 Houston.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Magma to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
E-Dancer,
Easy Going,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Style,
Black Pus,
Smog,
Qualms,
Ultravox,
Basic Channel,
Blossom Toes,
Ice-T,
Laurel Aitken,
Fat Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Second Layer,
The Techniques,
Don Cherry,
Goldenarms,
Bill Wells,
Hashim,
Gabor Szabo,
The Red Krayola,
The Buckinghams,
Aswad,
Lou Christie,
Minor Threat,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Freddie Wadling,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Henry Cow,
Dave Gahan,
The Pretty Things,
Quantec,
Television Personalities,
Ralphi Rosario,
D'Angelo,
Althea and Donna,
Buzzcocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eden Ahbez,
L. Decosne,
Josef K,
Aural Exciters,
The Count Five,
Hoover,
Average White Band,
Vainqueur,
The Real Kids,
Cluster,
Newcleus,
Swell Maps,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
Junior Murvin,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.