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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Wyatt,
Agitation Free,
Sarah Menescal,
R.M.O.,
Blake Baxter,
Wings,
Darondo,
Roxy Music,
Basic Channel,
Dual Sessions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crooked Eye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-101,
The Five Americans,
Barrington Levy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Archie Shepp,
Slick Rick,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
K-Klass,
Circle Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Sheep,
The Real Kids,
Robert Görl,
OOIOO,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David McCallum,
Monolake,
Thee Headcoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
China Crisis,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Residents,
Scion,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mummies,
Pierre Henry,
This Heat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soulsonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Selecter,
The Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Ponytail,
John Foxx,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-102,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlback,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.