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 Gambia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Deadbeat to the disco 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Colin Newman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Index,
Swans,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fatback Band,
Goldenarms,
OOIOO,
The Cure,
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler,
Easy Going,
DJ Style,
Average White Band,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brothers Johnson,
June Days,
Visage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Al Stewart,
Livin' Joy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Stooges,
The Gap Band,
Marmalade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pop Group,
Can,
Mr. Review,
Skaos,
The Fortunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Marvin Gaye,
Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
DNA,
Malaria!,
The Durutti Column,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Velvet Underground,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra,
The Tremeloes,
Funky Four + One,
The J.B.'s,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Hill,
Loose Ends,
Radiohead,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.