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 Bhutan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Albert Ayler to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Hill,
John Lydon,
Fluxion,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cure,
A Certain Ratio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kurtis Blow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dave Gahan,
Mandrill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Traffic Nightmare,
This Heat,
Basic Channel,
Pere Ubu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Adolescents,
Bill Wells,
Fat Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Black Dice,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fortunes,
Fad Gadget,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crooked Eye,
Agent Orange,
The Tremeloes,
FM Einheit,
The Blackbyrds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masters at Work,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Copeland,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lower 48,
Excepter,
Hashim,
Bill Near,
The Pop Group,
MC5,
The Techniques,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
The Raincoats,
Organ,
Model 500,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Simply Red,
One Last Wish,
DNA,
Yellowson,
Bauhaus,
The American Breed,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.