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 Venezuela and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
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 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 The Angels of Light to the rock 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Silicon Teens,
Aural Exciters,
The Moody Blues,
Juan Atkins,
Wally Richardson,
Tim Buckley,
The Remains,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Mojo Men,
Swell Maps,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smoke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Wyatt,
Ponytail,
Terry Callier,
Deepchord,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Bob Dylan,
Infiniti,
Althea and Donna,
The Alarm Clocks,
One Last Wish,
The Move,
Toni Rubio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter & Gordon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare,
Subhumans,
The Mummies,
The Residents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fugazi,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Gabor Szabo,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Evens,
The Music Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Wells,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultravox,
The Count Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
World's Most,
the Soft Cell,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.