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 Congo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Moby Grape to the funk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pere Ubu,
Mo-Dettes,
Davy DMX,
The J.B.'s,
Scan 7,
Vladislav Delay,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Throbbing Gristle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Archie Shepp,
Angry Samoans,
Kurtis Blow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter and Kerry,
Fat Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Simply Red,
Matthew Halsall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
E-Dancer,
June of 44,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
Trumans Water,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cramps,
EPMD,
Stockholm Monsters,
Qualms,
James White and The Blacks,
The Modern Lovers,
Magma,
Oblivians,
Morten Harket,
DNA,
the Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Foxx,
Anakelly,
Scion,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Sneak,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Starr,
Robert Wyatt,
Quantec,
The Trojans,
Q and Not U,
Deadbeat,
Glenn Branca,
the Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Animal Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Don Cherry,
The Seeds,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.