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 Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Talk Talk to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Human League,
Oblivians,
The Gun Club,
Y Pants,
Graham Central Station,
R.M.O.,
Lou Christie,
Blossom Toes,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Green,
Neil Young,
Dual Sessions,
Brothers Johnson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MDC,
Das Ding,
Letta Mbulu,
Eurythmics,
Metal Thangz,
Minnie Riperton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Parry Music,
Japan,
Spoonie Gee,
Joyce Sims,
U.S. Maple,
Arab on Radar,
Anakelly,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Bar-Kays,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
Duran Duran,
Barry Ungar,
The Raincoats,
Clear Light,
Nas,
Reuben Wilson,
ABC,
Stetsasonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Marcia Griffiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eddi Front,
Banda Bassotti,
Section 25,
Second Layer,
Excepter,
Maurizio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Hot Snakes,
Freddie Wadling,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.