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 Sierra Leone and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lyres to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Procol Harum,
Soul II Soul,
The Music Machine,
10cc,
FM Einheit,
The Busters,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fortunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Subhumans,
Infiniti,
Joyce Sims,
Dark Day,
Bill Wells,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Maleditus Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Isaac Hayes,
the Human League,
The Residents,
Vladislav Delay,
Eve St. Jones,
Magazine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Prince Buster,
John Lydon,
Basic Channel,
Idris Muhammad,
Japan,
X-102,
Intrusion,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Motions,
Visage,
Marine Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tom Boy,
Section 25,
Agitation Free,
The Durutti Column,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiohead,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Fluxion,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül II,
Eli Mardock,
Roxy Music,
Niagra,
Joensuu 1685,
Nils Olav,
Harry Pussy,
The Evens,
Reuben Wilson,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.