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 Equatorial Guinea and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hashim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul II Soul,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Hill,
Aaron Thompson,
Swell Maps,
David Axelrod,
Sun City Girls,
a-ha,
Bill Wells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris Corsano,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Susan Cadogan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Joensuu 1685,
Yusef Lateef,
Kevin Saunderson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cramps,
cv313,
Letta Mbulu,
Fad Gadget,
Average White Band,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick Morgan,
Iggy Pop,
Organ,
Agent Orange,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warsaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sound,
Model 500,
Yaz,
Drexciya,
Boz Scaggs,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Christie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sandy B,
Monks,
Smog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxy Music,
Brick,
The Invisible,
Youth Brigade,
Desert Stars,
PIL,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.