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 Tanzania and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Ten City to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
Connie Case,
Brand Nubian,
Negative Approach,
Nick Fraelich,
DNA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul II Soul,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gun Club,
The Associates,
Oneida,
The Durutti Column,
Jandek,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Altered Images,
The Residents,
Howard Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Adolescents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Ken Boothe,
Pantytec,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Clear Light,
Pagans,
Scratch Acid,
The Last Poets,
The American Breed,
The Mojo Men,
Skarface,
Davy DMX,
The Martian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lightning Bolt,
Au Pairs,
Robert Hood,
James White and The Blacks,
Anthony Braxton,
Rapeman,
Johnny Clarke,
Al Stewart,
PIL,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
CMW,
Joyce Sims,
The Slits,
The Mummies,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.