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 Senegal and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 K-Klass to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Sheep,
Vainqueur,
Pylon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Desert Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Surgeon,
Symarip,
D'Angelo,
Mark Hollis,
Godley & Creme,
Kas Product,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ponytail,
Section 25,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül,
Country Teasers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Massinfluence,
Adolescents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Remains,
Roxy Music,
Average White Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Bar-Kays,
Angry Samoans,
Intrusion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABC,
the Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magazine,
David Axelrod,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delta 5,
Fela Kuti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bush Tetras,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Bowie,
Sexual Harrassment,
The New Christs,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Görl,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.