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 Bhutan and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Henry Cow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Dennis Brown,
Intrusion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantaleimon,
The Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alice Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Mary Jane Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
KRS-One,
Audionom,
Pylon,
The Golliwogs,
K-Klass,
Pet Shop Boys,
T. Rex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fortunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Letta Mbulu,
John Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Godley & Creme,
Wire,
Marvin Gaye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shuggie Otis,
Spoonie Gee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Byron Stingily,
Japan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pretty Things,
Sandy B,
Roxette,
Bang On A Can,
Brick,
Wasted Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Minnie Riperton,
Joy Division,
Junior Murvin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Saints,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerri Chandler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Order,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Sixth Finger,
Skarface,
Motorama,
Bob Dylan,
Dave Gahan,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.