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 Jamaica and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Shuggie Otis to the rock 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Animal Collective,
Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barry Ungar,
Symarip,
Rekid,
Prince Buster,
Eric Copeland,
Rod Modell,
Swell Maps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Fat Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
Jerry's Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Colin Newman,
Ultra Naté,
Ohio Players,
Dawn Penn,
The Pop Group,
The Blackbyrds,
Pagans,
Depeche Mode,
John Cale,
The Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Quadrant,
Au Pairs,
OOIOO,
The Tremeloes,
The Mummies,
Gichy Dan,
The Gun Club,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thee Headcoats,
Alice Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Albert Ayler,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
The Walker Brothers,
Yaz,
Khruangbin,
Chris & Cosey,
Yusef Lateef,
Ice-T,
X-Ray Spex,
Ossler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alison Limerick,
David Bowie,
Chrome,
Robert Görl,
Mary Jane Girls,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.