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 Benin and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Newcleus,
Mission of Burma,
Byron Stingily,
The Offenders,
Banda Bassotti,
Intrusion,
KRS-One,
Kurtis Blow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Flag,
The Neon Judgement,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mr. Review,
Siglo XX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delta 5,
Deadbeat,
Harry Pussy,
Fad Gadget,
Nation of Ulysses,
Duran Duran,
The Pretty Things,
MDC,
Alton Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David McCallum,
The Fall,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Terry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reuben Wilson,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Remains,
Sarah Menescal,
Wings,
New Age Steppers,
The Knickerbockers,
Von Mondo,
Iggy Pop,
Boredoms,
Reagan Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Leaves,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.