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 Gabon and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Lou Christie to the electroclash 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra,
The United States of America,
Gang of Four,
Skarface,
Nick Fraelich,
John Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharoah Sanders,
DNA,
Connie Case,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agent Orange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echospace,
Ronan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Negative Approach,
The Real Kids,
Fatback Band,
Boredoms,
Grey Daturas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Pole,
Los Fastidios,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fear,
Minnie Riperton,
Au Pairs,
E-Dancer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Whodini,
Tom Boy,
The Mummies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Aswad,
Rosa Yemen,
The Trojans,
Funkadelic,
Harry Pussy,
Brand Nubian,
The Remains,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronnie Foster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultravox,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Main Source,
New Order,
Junior Murvin,
Clear Light,
Todd Rundgren,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.