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 Luxembourg and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 U.S. Maple to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlback,
T.S.O.L.,
Gabor Szabo,
Fad Gadget,
Ronnie Foster,
Lucky Dragons,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Minny Pops,
Surgeon,
The Young Rascals,
The Names,
Ultravox,
Rufus Thomas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter and Kerry,
Fela Kuti,
Wings,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris & Cosey,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monks,
The Kinks,
Saccharine Trust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantaleimon,
Negative Approach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
EPMD,
Boogie Down Productions,
Livin' Joy,
AZ,
Subhumans,
cv313,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Copeland,
The Associates,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Five Americans,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Pus,
Pylon,
Cymande,
Section 25,
Whodini,
The Golliwogs,
The Standells,
The Selecter,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.