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 Belarus and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the electroclash 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
DNA,
Arcadia,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heaven 17,
Sight & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Carl Craig,
Circle Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Sugar Minott,
Bad Manners,
Au Pairs,
The Martian,
Connie Case,
The Monks,
Black Pus,
OOIOO,
Eli Mardock,
Terry Callier,
Michelle Simonal,
X-Ray Spex,
Fugazi,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Half Japanese,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flash Fearless,
Juan Atkins,
The Tremeloes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aural Exciters,
Whodini,
Soul II Soul,
Lakeside,
Aaron Thompson,
Maurizio,
The Knickerbockers,
Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Smog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Smooth,
Cameo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacob Miller,
Yaz,
Scion,
Eve St. Jones,
Pole,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Residents,
Interpol,
Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dual Sessions,
Flipper,
Gang Starr,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.