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 Papua New Guinea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 ABBA 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Kas Product,
Ornette Coleman,
Archie Shepp,
Charles Mingus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Teasers,
Yazoo,
Pierre Henry,
Black Flag,
Sugar Minott,
Faraquet,
The Index,
The J.B.'s,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Pus,
Fela Kuti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Absolute Body Control,
Buzzcocks,
Ituana,
FM Einheit,
The Monks,
The Fugs,
June of 44,
The Vogues,
Marmalade,
Scrapy,
Mark Hollis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
OOIOO,
Maleditus Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Y Pants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Golliwogs,
Bad Manners,
Deadbeat,
The Slackers,
L. Decosne,
Model 500,
Flipper,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker,
Spandau Ballet,
In Retrospect,
T.S.O.L.,
Fluxion,
Visage,
Soul II Soul,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Litter,
EPMD,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Hill,
Babytalk,
Eric Copeland,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.