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 Madagascar and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
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 rhodes 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 Blackbyrds to the rock 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Kerri Chandler,
Bluetip,
The Angels of Light,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Toni Rubio,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young,
Blancmange,
Average White Band,
Scion,
Ultra Naté,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxy Music,
Dual Sessions,
A Certain Ratio,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
Barry Ungar,
Mandrill,
Jeff Mills,
The Raincoats,
Crime,
Kas Product,
Michelle Simonal,
KRS-One,
Absolute Body Control,
Iggy Pop,
Skriet,
Glenn Branca,
Jacob Miller,
Tom Boy,
Skaos,
Bill Near,
Youth Brigade,
JFA,
10cc,
Darondo,
Pantytec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visage,
Thee Headcoats,
One Last Wish,
Sight & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
cv313,
Basic Channel,
Theoretical Girls,
Deadbeat,
Simply Red,
Lucky Dragons,
Con Funk Shun,
E-Dancer,
The Litter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.