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 South Sudan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Max Romeo to the grunge 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Carl Craig,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sarah Menescal,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Techniques,
The Red Krayola,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fat Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
The Residents,
Underground Resistance,
Yellowson,
The Blues Magoos,
Barrington Levy,
Fatback Band,
Mantronix,
Radio Birdman,
X-102,
Iggy Pop,
Howard Jones,
Surgeon,
Y Pants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liliput,
Franke,
Rufus Thomas,
Dead Boys,
Flash Fearless,
La Düsseldorf,
Rod Modell,
Cymande,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gun Club,
Main Source,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mandrill,
Peter & Gordon,
New Order,
Bauhaus,
Deakin,
The Golliwogs,
Eden Ahbez,
the Germs,
Sun Ra,
Von Mondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dead C,
Urselle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Leaves,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The American Breed,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.