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 Nicaragua 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Blancmange to the rock 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Blackbyrds,
T. Rex,
Barclay James Harvest,
D'Angelo,
The Stooges,
Moebius,
The Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Theoretical Girls,
Suicide,
Marmalade,
Brand Nubian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Bob Dylan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Circle Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül II,
Sugar Minott,
Television,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Michelle Simonal,
Whodini,
Silicon Teens,
the Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The United States of America,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bronski Beat,
The Fuzztones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Cluster,
Porter Ricks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dirtbombs,
Bluetip,
Sam Rivers,
Lower 48,
Altered Images,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Rundgren,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lucky Dragons,
Barry Ungar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
cv313,
The Monks,
Yaz,
Banda Bassotti,
Ponytail,
The Smiths,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.