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 Russia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Patti Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Sheep,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Byrd,
Heaven 17,
ABBA,
Peter & Gordon,
The Birthday Party,
Pylon,
Eden Ahbez,
The Real Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Carl Craig,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
UT,
Sight & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Todd Terry,
Piero Umiliani,
Don Cherry,
The Fortunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantaleimon,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Pus,
Circle Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Toasters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Graham Central Station,
The Fuzztones,
John Foxx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Frankie Knuckles,
Little Man,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gladiators,
Ice-T,
B.T. Express,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Parry Music,
The Associates,
X-101,
Cecil Taylor,
Tres Demented,
The Velvet Underground,
Simply Red,
Blake Baxter,
Visage,
Eddi Front,
Pagans,
Peter and Kerry,
U.S. Maple,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shoche,
The Human League,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.