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 Uzbekistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Barrington Levy to the grunge 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Easy Going,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry's Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Tears for Fears,
X-Ray Spex,
Can,
the Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Wells,
Banda Bassotti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
8 Eyed Spy,
Infiniti,
Sex Pistols,
Connie Case,
Dennis Brown,
Nik Kershaw,
The Barracudas,
the Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Eli Mardock,
Anthony Braxton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mark Hollis,
Metal Thangz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Prince Buster,
Alice Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Adolescents,
Warren Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Sarah Menescal,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Black Dice,
ABC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siglo XX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Scratch Acid,
Barbara Tucker,
The Residents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Glenn Branca,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Essential Logic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slick Rick,
ABBA,
The Names,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fluxion,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.