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 Israel and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 This Heat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Red Krayola,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
F. McDonald,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerrie Biddell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Star Department,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
cv313,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harry Pussy,
Barrington Levy,
Tom Boy,
Easy Going,
Minny Pops,
Yusef Lateef,
Los Fastidios,
the Association,
AZ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Litter,
Rapeman,
Public Enemy,
Surgeon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q and Not U,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Names,
Motorama,
Excepter,
Danielle Patucci,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anakelly,
Siglo XX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brick,
World's Most,
Section 25,
Faust,
Davy DMX,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker,
Morten Harket,
The Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang of Four,
The Vogues,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fela Kuti,
Television,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.