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 Egypt and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Stooges to the jazz 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Cameo,
48th St. Collective,
R.M.O.,
Black Pus,
Scion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
The New Christs,
Drexciya,
The Detroit Cobras,
cv313,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maleditus Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
F. McDonald,
MC5,
Man Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
DNA,
Essential Logic,
Livin' Joy,
The Residents,
Loose Ends,
Chris & Cosey,
Moebius,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Young Marble Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Theoretical Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Archie Shepp,
Simply Red,
Au Pairs,
Morten Harket,
The Doors,
Khruangbin,
The Divine Comedy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Chris Corsano,
Lungfish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camberwell Now,
Underground Resistance,
Neu!,
David Axelrod,
Excepter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cal Tjader,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Faust,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacob Miller,
Jawbox,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.