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 Gabon and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
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 organ 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 Urselle to the crunk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare,
Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agitation Free,
Barbara Tucker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Zeros,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
The Cowsills,
Liliput,
Stetsasonic,
World's Most,
Erykah Badu,
Tim Buckley,
Dead Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Monolake,
David Axelrod,
The Trojans,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Coltrane,
The Victims,
The Human League,
Zero Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pylon,
Roger Hodgson,
Ken Boothe,
Black Pus,
Black Bananas,
The Busters,
Terry Callier,
The Seeds,
The Doors,
Grey Daturas,
Skaos,
Minnie Riperton,
Laurel Aitken,
Procol Harum,
Sex Pistols,
Pere Ubu,
Cecil Taylor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Easy Going,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flipper,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
R.M.O.,
Newcleus,
Junior Murvin,
Susan Cadogan,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.