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 Panama and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Aswad to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Boredoms,
Popol Vuh,
Hoover,
Theoretical Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ludus,
Tom Boy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultra Naté,
Freddie Wadling,
Fluxion,
Fad Gadget,
Jandek,
Hardrive,
K-Klass,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warren Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kayak,
Slave,
The Victims,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flipper,
Rapeman,
Hot Snakes,
Pierre Henry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Fraelich,
John Holt,
Gang Green,
The Angels of Light,
CMW,
Minnie Riperton,
Magma,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Clear Light,
Parry Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slackers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Duran Duran,
The Stooges,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-101,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Sneak,
Glenn Branca,
Blossom Toes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gap Band,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.