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 Namibia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Traffic Nightmare to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Parry Music,
Chrome,
Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
a-ha,
Lower 48,
Mantronix,
Popol Vuh,
L. Decosne,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker,
Arcadia,
Mark Hollis,
Barry Ungar,
Silicon Teens,
Half Japanese,
The Monks,
Camouflage,
The Buckinghams,
Wolf Eyes,
John Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Swans,
Fluxion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deadbeat,
Eric Dolphy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
The Stooges,
Bauhaus,
Crime,
Livin' Joy,
Scratch Acid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Machine,
The Pop Group,
Chris & Cosey,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Maurizio,
Make Up,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lindisfarne,
Cymande,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Starr,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Finger,
Nico,
The Divine Comedy,
Kurtis Blow,
Moebius,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reuben Wilson,
The Birthday Party,
Swell Maps,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.