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 Turkmenistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Dead C,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Holt,
Essential Logic,
Q and Not U,
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül II,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joensuu 1685,
The Golliwogs,
Y Pants,
Popol Vuh,
Rapeman,
Qualms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Hood,
Second Layer,
Blake Baxter,
The Pop Group,
The Searchers,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Almond,
Lindisfarne,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
The Techniques,
The Birthday Party,
Marmalade,
Black Moon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bronski Beat,
AZ,
David Axelrod,
Dark Day,
Aloha Tigers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ornette Coleman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacob Miller,
Negative Approach,
Cluster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swell Maps,
Max Romeo,
Japan,
Sixth Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Wally Richardson,
Lightning Bolt,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.