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 Jordan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 In Retrospect to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erykah Badu,
Eden Ahbez,
The Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gichy Dan,
Mad Mike,
Jandek,
New York Dolls,
Rekid,
Loose Ends,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Inner City,
Wings,
Byron Stingily,
the Human League,
Ten City,
Marvin Gaye,
Connie Case,
Chrome,
The Raincoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Young Marble Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Bush Tetras,
the Slits,
The Searchers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neu!,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Saints,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
Delta 5,
Joensuu 1685,
The Names,
Erasure,
Nils Olav,
Ludus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Talk Talk,
New Age Steppers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crooked Eye,
Radiohead,
Bill Near,
Kenny Larkin,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick May,
Brick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Neon Judgement,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barry Ungar,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.