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 Latvia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Gang Gang Dance to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantaleimon,
Kerri Chandler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fluxion,
PIL,
Funky Four + One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Christie,
Country Teasers,
Eden Ahbez,
June Days,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Slits,
Motorama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Bourne,
Khruangbin,
Slave,
Derrick Morgan,
Joy Division,
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
Wolf Eyes,
Con Funk Shun,
Blossom Toes,
Hashim,
Cybotron,
Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalann,
Chrome,
Michelle Simonal,
Pagans,
The Index,
The Birthday Party,
Crime,
The Gories,
Flipper,
Scrapy,
Basic Channel,
Rod Modell,
Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moby Grape,
Grey Daturas,
Average White Band,
Anakelly,
John Cale,
Deadbeat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.