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 Yemen and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Main Source,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Finger,
DJ Style,
Cecil Taylor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Music Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Royal Trux,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Sherman,
Gichy Dan,
Radiohead,
A Certain Ratio,
Audionom,
The Litter,
Alice Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sarah Menescal,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doors,
Terry Callier,
the Association,
Babytalk,
Brass Construction,
ABC,
Josef K,
The Sonics,
The Motions,
Loose Ends,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tears for Fears,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Hill,
Lyres,
Pylon,
The Searchers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Little Man,
Eve St. Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flipper,
The Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Aural Exciters,
Alphaville,
Rekid,
Trumans Water,
Simply Red,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.