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 Kosovo and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Sheep to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Zapp,
Heaven 17,
Cheater Slicks,
F. McDonald,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Lower 48,
Thee Headcoats,
Scratch Acid,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultra Naté,
Colin Newman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
the Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T. Rex,
Youth Brigade,
OOIOO,
Albert Ayler,
X-Ray Spex,
Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q and Not U,
Ossler,
Country Teasers,
Fat Boys,
Hoover,
The Mojo Men,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vladislav Delay,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Index,
Marc Almond,
cv313,
Liliput,
The Real Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Lindisfarne,
MDC,
Organ,
Radiohead,
Public Enemy,
Jacques Brel,
Gichy Dan,
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alphaville,
Glenn Branca,
Don Cherry,
Easy Going,
The New Christs,
The Mummies,
Isaac Hayes,
One Last Wish,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.