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 Swaziland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Gichy Dan to the crunk 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Patti Smith,
Minny Pops,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Danielle Patucci,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Josef K,
cv313,
Nils Olav,
ABC,
Albert Ayler,
Ludus,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül II,
Loose Ends,
The Associates,
Sister Nancy,
Black Pus,
Nico,
Sonic Youth,
The Invisible,
Simply Red,
X-101,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aaron Thompson,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Style,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mr. Review,
The Doors,
The Human League,
Fear,
Janne Schatter,
Barrington Levy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Sheep,
Thompson Twins,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eden Ahbez,
Ten City,
Zero Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Khruangbin,
OOIOO,
Alice Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sonics,
The Dead C,
Aswad,
ABBA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lower 48,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.