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 Finland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Robert Hood to the disco 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Sugar Minott,
The Names,
Roger Hodgson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brothers Johnson,
Siglo XX,
Anthony Braxton,
Flash Fearless,
Yaz,
Cheater Slicks,
Clear Light,
Kayak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Severed Heads,
Loose Ends,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Angels of Light,
Masters at Work,
Reagan Youth,
Fugazi,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wasted Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythm & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Human League,
Suburban Knight,
L. Decosne,
Drexciya,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Guru Guru,
The Dead C,
Moss Icon,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Standells,
Quadrant,
Aural Exciters,
Eve St. Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Section 25,
Sällskapet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra,
The Blues Magoos,
Thompson Twins,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gap Band,
D'Angelo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Talk Talk,
The Leaves,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eurythmics,
Mr. Review,
Anakelly,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.