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 Paraguay and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Black Moon to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cosmic Jokers,
Livin' Joy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fluxion,
Nico,
The Angels of Light,
R.M.O.,
Gichy Dan,
Aural Exciters,
Scion,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Smog,
Yusef Lateef,
Byron Stingily,
Model 500,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Freddie Wadling,
Judy Mowatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultra Naté,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camouflage,
Lakeside,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alice Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
The Selecter,
Cecil Taylor,
Charles Mingus,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül II,
the Human League,
Prince Buster,
Chrome,
David Bowie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yazoo,
Mo-Dettes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swell Maps,
Quantec,
The Cowsills,
Index,
Faraquet,
Drexciya,
Matthew Halsall,
Outsiders,
Rekid,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.