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 Latvia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rosa Yemen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lyres,
Lou Christie,
Pantaleimon,
Boogie Down Productions,
MDC,
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Soul II Soul,
Altered Images,
The Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eve St. Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Franke,
X-102,
Amazonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
Technova,
Sandy B,
The Zeros,
Television,
June of 44,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lower 48,
In Retrospect,
Gregory Isaacs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ponytail,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers,
Lalann,
the Slits,
Deepchord,
Swell Maps,
Slick Rick,
Little Man,
Absolute Body Control,
Max Romeo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Second Layer,
Television Personalities,
The Searchers,
Deadbeat,
Quadrant,
Mark Hollis,
The Residents,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Motions,
Lindisfarne,
The Busters,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.