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 Comoros and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Order to the crunk 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Misunderstood,
Mission of Burma,
Letta Mbulu,
Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Qualms,
The Martian,
K-Klass,
Bill Near,
The Litter,
U.S. Maple,
Scientists,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warsaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Raincoats,
The Evens,
Q and Not U,
The Red Krayola,
Monks,
Intrusion,
Deakin,
Al Stewart,
Sister Nancy,
Max Romeo,
The Offenders,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Kerrie Biddell,
Section 25,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alton Ellis,
The Cure,
Josef K,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Quadrant,
Agent Orange,
Davy DMX,
The Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Residents,
Camberwell Now,
James White and The Blacks,
Erasure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Infiniti,
Carl Craig,
Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Swans,
The Index,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.