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 Zimbabwe and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Freddie Wadling to the techno 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Ice-T,
Radio Birdman,
Gichy Dan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Main Source,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maurizio,
E-Dancer,
Todd Terry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Darondo,
Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T. Rex,
Marine Girls,
Kayak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dirtbombs,
R.M.O.,
Lakeside,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wally Richardson,
cv313,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Grass Roots,
The Mojo Men,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Rapeman,
The Doors,
Sparks,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispy Ambulance,
T.S.O.L.,
The Misunderstood,
Quando Quango,
Barry Ungar,
Metal Thangz,
Eurythmics,
48th St. Collective,
Fear,
Cecil Taylor,
Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Sun City Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Procol Harum,
Isaac Hayes,
Von Mondo,
The Count Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.