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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Unwound to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fall,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Dolphy,
Pylon,
Aaron Thompson,
Bluetip,
UT,
The Smiths,
Mark Hollis,
Section 25,
Dawn Penn,
Grey Daturas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cure,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Standells,
Fugazi,
Bill Wells,
Marine Girls,
Don Cherry,
The Grass Roots,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra,
Robert Wyatt,
Deadbeat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Surgeon,
Iggy Pop,
The J.B.'s,
The Pop Group,
The Dead C,
Von Mondo,
Robert Hood,
Pulsallama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun City Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Sugar Minott,
MDC,
Ken Boothe,
Little Man,
Lakeside,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erykah Badu,
Harry Pussy,
Public Enemy,
John Holt,
Toni Rubio,
Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roger Hodgson,
Susan Cadogan,
Au Pairs,
Boz Scaggs,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.