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 Macedonia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Funkadelic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smiths,
Junior Murvin,
John Lydon,
Radio Birdman,
The Motions,
Faraquet,
The Dead C,
Motorama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Lynne,
The Buckinghams,
Average White Band,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cluster,
Babytalk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Raincoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young,
Kayak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gabor Szabo,
The Velvet Underground,
Crooked Eye,
Brass Construction,
R.M.O.,
Panda Bear,
Lightning Bolt,
Trumans Water,
Goldenarms,
The Neon Judgement,
Harmonia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mantronix,
Mars,
Das Ding,
The Searchers,
The Walker Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Negative Approach,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sarah Menescal,
Lungfish,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Green,
Porter Ricks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Procol Harum,
Brick,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.