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 Gabon and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Golliwogs to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Neil Young,
Groovy Waters,
X-Ray Spex,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter and Kerry,
Television Personalities,
Bauhaus,
Boredoms,
Lungfish,
Ituana,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Halsall,
Infiniti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Quando Quango,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cowsills,
Symarip,
Tubeway Army,
Anthony Braxton,
Supertramp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monochrome Set,
Arab on Radar,
the Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Oblivians,
Eden Ahbez,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kayak,
Khruangbin,
Terry Callier,
Half Japanese,
Robert Wyatt,
Joyce Sims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Inner City,
K-Klass,
Johnny Clarke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Royal Trux,
Ossler,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
Mark Hollis,
Deadbeat,
Scan 7,
U.S. Maple,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gories,
Mo-Dettes,
Quadrant,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed,
The Raincoats,
Los Fastidios,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.