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 Grenada and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Main Source to the disco 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Mars,
Matthew Bourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stiv Bators,
Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Guru Guru,
The Busters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Axelrod,
10cc,
Dawn Penn,
Unwound,
Fat Boys,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aaron Thompson,
Television,
F. McDonald,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nirvana,
a-ha,
Scion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Icehouse,
Marc Almond,
The Moody Blues,
Duran Duran,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T.S.O.L.,
Sällskapet,
Surgeon,
Liliput,
Davy DMX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Urselle,
Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Groovy Waters,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Technova,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
One Last Wish,
Mo-Dettes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Interpol,
the Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cure,
The Birthday Party,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Lydon,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.