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 Libya and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Bizarre Inc. 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cluster,
FM Einheit,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Move,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
Minnie Riperton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Christie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Zeros,
the Human League,
Surgeon,
D'Angelo,
Adolescents,
Max Romeo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ornette Coleman,
Fluxion,
Mission of Burma,
The Saints,
Whodini,
Dead Boys,
The Searchers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Duran Duran,
The Leaves,
Camouflage,
Marvin Gaye,
Sexual Harrassment,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Colin Newman,
Panda Bear,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Althea and Donna,
the Association,
Isaac Hayes,
Henry Cow,
Faust,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Happenings,
Moby Grape,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Mills,
Banda Bassotti,
David Bowie,
Fela Kuti,
The Gap Band,
48th St. Collective,
World's Most,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.