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 Korea South and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 John Coltrane to the techno 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
The Vogues,
Lalann,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Isaac Hayes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
CMW,
Subhumans,
Excepter,
E-Dancer,
Tim Buckley,
Sugar Minott,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Associates,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonic Youth,
Trumans Water,
DNA,
The Zeros,
The Dead C,
Heaven 17,
Jerry's Kids,
Tom Boy,
The Dirtbombs,
Pagans,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultra Naté,
Technova,
Moby Grape,
Oblivians,
Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
The Black Dice,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dave Gahan,
OOIOO,
Mr. Review,
Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxy Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Groovy Waters,
Sarah Menescal,
The Count Five,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
Graham Central Station,
The Gap Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Red Krayola,
PIL,
Leonard Cohen,
Yusef Lateef,
Fear,
The Misunderstood,
Y Pants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Intrusion,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.