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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Roy Ayers to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Roxette,
The Tremeloes,
The Invisible,
Eden Ahbez,
Stetsasonic,
Interpol,
The Young Rascals,
Television,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Gabor Szabo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Martian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visage,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Red Krayola,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiohead,
Silicon Teens,
Technova,
Los Fastidios,
The Remains,
The Fortunes,
The Standells,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blues Magoos,
Porter Ricks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Angels of Light,
Saccharine Trust,
LL Cool J,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donald Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Archie Shepp,
The Five Americans,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Trojans,
Wolf Eyes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Surgeon,
Kas Product,
Bush Tetras,
U.S. Maple,
Skriet,
Cal Tjader,
Cymande,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash,
Urselle,
Idris Muhammad,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.