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 Australia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Flag to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pylon,
Drexciya,
Robert Görl,
Q65,
Livin' Joy,
Terry Callier,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pretty Things,
Rekid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Near,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mummies,
Crooked Eye,
Bang On A Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nirvana,
Man Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Wings,
Faust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boredoms,
David Bowie,
Sight & Sound,
Moebius,
This Heat,
Cameo,
The Dead C,
Judy Mowatt,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
K-Klass,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter and Kerry,
Little Man,
The Gap Band,
Alton Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hashim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dennis Brown,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Victims,
These Immortal Souls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Infiniti,
Cluster,
Excepter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erasure,
Slick Rick,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Mills,
The Star Department,
Sound Behaviour,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.