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 Slovenia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
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 sitar 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 Buckinghams to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Clear Light,
The Kinks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
a-ha,
The Slits,
Moss Icon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Japan,
Brothers Johnson,
Ice-T,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Television Personalities,
LL Cool J,
Oneida,
Scion,
Khruangbin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Colin Newman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gichy Dan,
Underground Resistance,
Shoche,
Juan Atkins,
Delta 5,
Black Flag,
Icehouse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Surgeon,
Trumans Water,
the Germs,
Warsaw,
Nirvana,
June of 44,
Charles Mingus,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fall,
Tears for Fears,
Anthony Braxton,
Yazoo,
the Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Faust,
Technova,
Agent Orange,
Q and Not U,
Sam Rivers,
The Skatalites,
Dark Day,
Albert Ayler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Au Pairs,
Kerri Chandler,
Neu!,
the Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.