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 Malaysia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Altered Images to the grime 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Invisible,
Buzzcocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Minnie Riperton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dawn Penn,
X-102,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thee Headcoats,
Pylon,
Donald Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fortunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronan,
One Last Wish,
The Techniques,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Toasters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boz Scaggs,
Eden Ahbez,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Wyatt,
Angry Samoans,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Be Bop Deluxe,
Darondo,
Blancmange,
David McCallum,
The Beau Brummels,
Chrome,
Lightning Bolt,
Deepchord,
Bill Near,
Max Romeo,
Cybotron,
UT,
Public Image Ltd.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Toni Rubio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moby Grape,
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agent Orange,
Camouflage,
The Grass Roots,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Little Man,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.