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 Nauru and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Vogues to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Mary Jane Girls,
Connie Case,
The Red Krayola,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Alton Ellis,
Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Terry,
Essential Logic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Throbbing Gristle,
Schoolly D,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare,
Livin' Joy,
Talk Talk,
Liliput,
Roxette,
Khruangbin,
Easy Going,
Henry Cow,
Wings,
Joyce Sims,
Magazine,
The Names,
The Kinks,
The Searchers,
Trumans Water,
Moby Grape,
Swell Maps,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dead C,
Altered Images,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glenn Branca,
Marshall Jefferson,
F. McDonald,
FM Einheit,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gichy Dan,
Von Mondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Lightning Bolt,
the Germs,
Amon Düül,
Eurythmics,
Thompson Twins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Deakin,
Iggy Pop,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Coltrane,
Marmalade,
Cal Tjader,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.