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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Sun City Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Chris Corsano,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June of 44,
The Victims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The New Christs,
A Certain Ratio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siglo XX,
The United States of America,
The Last Poets,
The Saints,
Swell Maps,
Half Japanese,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quantec,
Scrapy,
Depeche Mode,
Monolake,
Groovy Waters,
The Mummies,
Sight & Sound,
Radiohead,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faraquet,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Standells,
Crooked Eye,
Blake Baxter,
Ponytail,
John Foxx,
U.S. Maple,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sister Nancy,
Heaven 17,
The Searchers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül,
The Stooges,
Stiv Bators,
Althea and Donna,
The Birthday Party,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
The Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yazoo,
Tubeway Army,
Banda Bassotti,
Joey Negro,
Circle Jerks,
Oneida,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Cameo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.