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 Guyana and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Barry Ungar to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Black Flag,
MC5,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gladiators,
Camberwell Now,
The Busters,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rites of Spring,
Sparks,
Graham Central Station,
Yusef Lateef,
John Cale,
EPMD,
Black Moon,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Womack,
The Evens,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül II,
Moss Icon,
The Offenders,
Lyres,
A Certain Ratio,
Sugar Minott,
Grey Daturas,
The Cramps,
CMW,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Starr,
Henry Cow,
David McCallum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anthony Braxton,
Lindisfarne,
Brick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Jacques Brel,
Sandy B,
Curtis Mayfield,
In Retrospect,
Half Japanese,
The Misunderstood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Names,
Colin Newman,
Symarip,
Monks,
Slick Rick,
The Fugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Reuben Wilson,
Aaron Thompson,
Theoretical Girls,
Mantronix,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.