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 Barbados and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The New Christs to the dance 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Rufus Thomas,
Camberwell Now,
H. Thieme,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Evens,
the Human League,
Man Parrish,
Quadrant,
Icehouse,
DNA,
Steve Hackett,
Junior Murvin,
Sister Nancy,
F. McDonald,
Essential Logic,
Gichy Dan,
Yazoo,
Faraquet,
Marvin Gaye,
Alton Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Wells,
Dark Day,
Connie Case,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pagans,
The Star Department,
The Smiths,
The Monks,
Outsiders,
E-Dancer,
John Foxx,
Nils Olav,
Black Bananas,
Eden Ahbez,
Maurizio,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Mantronix,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ken Boothe,
The Index,
Dead Boys,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
Joyce Sims,
The New Christs,
Sarah Menescal,
Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Chrome,
Zapp,
Roxy Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Max Romeo,
The Sound,
Brick,
Whodini,
Andrew Hill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.