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 Croatia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 cv313 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Steve Hackett,
Alphaville,
In Retrospect,
Kenny Larkin,
Royal Trux,
Max Romeo,
Magazine,
Lou Christie,
Neu!,
Stetsasonic,
Porter Ricks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Copeland,
Animal Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Little Man,
Rod Modell,
Yusef Lateef,
Visage,
Monolake,
The Monks,
Panda Bear,
The Offenders,
Idris Muhammad,
Desert Stars,
Guru Guru,
Smog,
The Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
UT,
Ronnie Foster,
The Skatalites,
The Doobie Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
These Immortal Souls,
Japan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hoover,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pretty Things,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Malaria!,
The Dead C,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Accadde A,
Heaven 17,
Brass Construction,
Das Ding,
Interpol,
Eve St. Jones,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.