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 Philippines and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Gun Club to the rap 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Urselle,
Easy Going,
Dennis Brown,
Fela Kuti,
LL Cool J,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick May,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Tres Demented,
Motorama,
Cymande,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swell Maps,
Funky Four + One,
Minor Threat,
Liliput,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quadrant,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Misunderstood,
Monks,
The Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Subhumans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wire,
Skriet,
Smog,
Cecil Taylor,
The Durutti Column,
Simply Red,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blackbyrds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nils Olav,
Vladislav Delay,
Aswad,
Alphaville,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Litter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arcadia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cameo,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.