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 Barbados and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the dance 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
R.M.O.,
Wasted Youth,
Albert Ayler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angry Samoans,
Goldenarms,
Mandrill,
The Real Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Average White Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Almond,
The Mojo Men,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Age Steppers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Associates,
Faust,
Bob Dylan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Fraelich,
Niagra,
Loose Ends,
Deakin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Technova,
Rakim,
LL Cool J,
Eric Dolphy,
The Durutti Column,
Lungfish,
Cymande,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sex Pistols,
Minnie Riperton,
The Evens,
Connie Case,
Camouflage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donald Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiohead,
The Fuzztones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.