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 Ivory Coast and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Kenny Larkin to the punk 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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?
The Gories,
The New Christs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxette,
H. Thieme,
Janne Schatter,
Peter and Kerry,
The Stooges,
Main Source,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Procol Harum,
Graham Central Station,
John Cale,
Hashim,
Michelle Simonal,
Tubeway Army,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
the Germs,
Dark Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joyce Sims,
Fela Kuti,
Alphaville,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warren Ellis,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Isaac Hayes,
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-102,
X-101,
The Moleskins,
cv313,
The Real Kids,
Ice-T,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Mills,
the Association,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Near,
Eric Dolphy,
Y Pants,
Aural Exciters,
Simply Red,
Kerri Chandler,
Wolf Eyes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Litter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Colin Newman,
Oblivians,
Pere Ubu,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.