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 Ghana and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Fire Engines to the rap 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The American Breed,
Arthur Verocai,
Blancmange,
Blake Baxter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Wire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Royal Trux,
Accadde A,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alton Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slave,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skaos,
Main Source,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June Days,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Techniques,
UT,
CMW,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Green,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Görl,
F. McDonald,
Erykah Badu,
Wally Richardson,
Metal Thangz,
Animal Collective,
The Smoke,
Gong,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Machine,
Colin Newman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lucky Dragons,
Q65,
Ponytail,
Qualms,
Visage,
Popol Vuh,
Motorama,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Halsall,
Cymande,
John Holt,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Residents,
Jawbox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ornette Coleman,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.