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 Korea North and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 Evens to the dance 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Saints,
Cecil Taylor,
Y Pants,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
This Heat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roger Hodgson,
Ohio Players,
The Searchers,
Max Romeo,
Quadrant,
Vainqueur,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maurizio,
The New Christs,
Connie Case,
Crooked Eye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fugazi,
Johnny Osbourne,
Babytalk,
Harmonia,
Black Flag,
Kas Product,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eurythmics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
Slick Rick,
Spoonie Gee,
Brick,
Sparks,
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hot Snakes,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Christie,
Juan Atkins,
B.T. Express,
Section 25,
Pylon,
Sällskapet,
kango's stein massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Moby Grape,
Stiv Bators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soulsonic Force,
Neu!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anakelly,
cv313,
Main Source,
Hoover,
Michelle Simonal,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.