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 Latvia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Lindisfarne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Peter and Kerry,
The Evens,
Stereo Dub,
The Victims,
Procol Harum,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Knickerbockers,
Bronski Beat,
Trumans Water,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Symarip,
Lindisfarne,
Groovy Waters,
Au Pairs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minutemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
E-Dancer,
Make Up,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nico,
The Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Joensuu 1685,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Newcleus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arthur Verocai,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalann,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Television,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Crooked Eye,
The Litter,
Franke,
Heaven 17,
PIL,
Josef K,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liliput,
Whodini,
Susan Cadogan,
Sight & Sound,
the Sonics,
Wings,
Colin Newman,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.