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 Finland and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Godley & Creme to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dead C,
Eve St. Jones,
The Last Poets,
The Raincoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Minutemen,
Hardrive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amazonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Simply Red,
Fluxion,
the Bar-Kays,
Guru Guru,
Buzzcocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monolake,
Blossom Toes,
D'Angelo,
Arcadia,
Joyce Sims,
Ludus,
Massinfluence,
Deepchord,
Visage,
Scion,
Lou Christie,
MDC,
Throbbing Gristle,
June of 44,
Deadbeat,
L. Decosne,
Ice-T,
Unwound,
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four,
Hashim,
Janne Schatter,
Kenny Larkin,
Interpol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masters at Work,
Dave Gahan,
Yusef Lateef,
Ossler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
The Cowsills,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gories,
Mo-Dettes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Procol Harum,
Au Pairs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.