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 Bahrain and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Smog,
Marvin Gaye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Josef K,
Andrew Hill,
the Sonics,
Icehouse,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magma,
Negative Approach,
Organ,
Glenn Branca,
Suicide,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Easy Going,
Sun City Girls,
The Last Poets,
The Birthday Party,
Prince Buster,
X-101,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Supertramp,
Minor Threat,
Joe Smooth,
Aswad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dorothy Ashby,
Khruangbin,
Model 500,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
KRS-One,
The Martian,
Mantronix,
Camouflage,
Section 25,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Finger,
Fugazi,
Dennis Brown,
Arthur Verocai,
Accadde A,
D'Angelo,
Masters at Work,
Ornette Coleman,
FM Einheit,
Au Pairs,
The Zeros,
Little Man,
The Vogues,
Bobby Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Brass Construction,
Schoolly D,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick Morgan,
8 Eyed Spy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.