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 Finland 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Y Pants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Sherman,
Alton Ellis,
Marmalade,
The Smoke,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Litter,
Grey Daturas,
Technova,
Tres Demented,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
Warsaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Al Stewart,
Skarface,
China Crisis,
Reagan Youth,
Chris Corsano,
The Star Department,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Almond,
the Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Whodini,
Funky Four + One,
Hasil Adkins,
Bauhaus,
Sight & Sound,
K-Klass,
Monolake,
Swans,
Lou Christie,
The Fuzztones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
the Association,
Scott Walker,
Kurtis Blow,
Boogie Down Productions,
June of 44,
The Moody Blues,
Yusef Lateef,
The Grass Roots,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Khruangbin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doors,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.