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 Djibouti and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Siglo XX to the techno 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Carl Craig,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gun Club,
the Germs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Livin' Joy,
EPMD,
Alton Ellis,
Skaos,
New Age Steppers,
Aswad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crime,
The Martian,
Andrew Hill,
OOIOO,
Gichy Dan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Guru Guru,
R.M.O.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Iggy Pop,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scan 7,
Blake Baxter,
Desert Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Laurel Aitken,
Patti Smith,
Q and Not U,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Bananas,
Mission of Burma,
Fela Kuti,
Sugar Minott,
Crispian St. Peters,
The United States of America,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barbara Tucker,
Isaac Hayes,
Jawbox,
Quantec,
Ossler,
The Busters,
Fat Boys,
The Fall,
Basic Channel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Accadde A,
Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.