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 Nauru and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Con Funk Shun to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Move,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slackers,
Gichy Dan,
Leonard Cohen,
a-ha,
Jeff Lynne,
Kayak,
Sixth Finger,
The Names,
Symarip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick May,
DJ Sneak,
The Real Kids,
X-101,
Nils Olav,
Fluxion,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Adolescents,
Goldenarms,
The Neon Judgement,
Deadbeat,
June of 44,
Marine Girls,
Sugar Minott,
The Smoke,
Surgeon,
PIL,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
Ornette Coleman,
OOIOO,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Style,
Panda Bear,
Sight & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
The Modern Lovers,
Television Personalities,
Funky Four + One,
Joensuu 1685,
The Birthday Party,
Quadrant,
The Happenings,
Joey Negro,
Skarface,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drexciya,
Bill Wells,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Mills,
Model 500,
John Foxx,
Sällskapet,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.