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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the punk 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scientists,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Pere Ubu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Technova,
Mark Hollis,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gladiators,
Aural Exciters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Toni Rubio,
Saccharine Trust,
The Remains,
Jeff Mills,
Groovy Waters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Intrusion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers,
Organ,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Trumans Water,
Goldenarms,
48th St. Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agitation Free,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sam Rivers,
D'Angelo,
The Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pole,
Mars,
Jawbox,
The American Breed,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
The Star Department,
Crime,
Babytalk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter & Gordon,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eddi Front,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül,
The Five Americans,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.