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 Paraguay and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 a-ha to the crunk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cure,
Steve Hackett,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
Freddie Wadling,
The Zeros,
Lucky Dragons,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül II,
The Evens,
Sight & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Maleditus Sound,
Minutemen,
Anakelly,
Lindisfarne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Altered Images,
Zero Boys,
Al Stewart,
Jandek,
The Busters,
Jerry's Kids,
Goldenarms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sex Pistols,
Vainqueur,
Au Pairs,
F. McDonald,
Donald Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick May,
Lou Christie,
June Days,
The Pretty Things,
The Dirtbombs,
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic,
Tim Buckley,
Bob Dylan,
Buzzcocks,
X-101,
Andrew Hill,
Judy Mowatt,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.