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 Azerbaijan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Residents to the punk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Leaves,
Terry Callier,
Moebius,
Bobby Byrd,
Warsaw,
Easy Going,
Kurtis Blow,
The Red Krayola,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Cecil Taylor,
Chrome,
Oneida,
Don Cherry,
Yazoo,
Can,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Sherman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ituana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monolake,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Marine Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Cymande,
Khruangbin,
Pylon,
The Mummies,
Mandrill,
Man Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Aural Exciters,
Kenny Larkin,
Dennis Brown,
Flash Fearless,
Camouflage,
Minutemen,
Eddi Front,
Bronski Beat,
Sonic Youth,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monochrome Set,
Agent Orange,
The Stooges,
Von Mondo,
Scratch Acid,
Crooked Eye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Al Stewart,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Carl Craig,
Unwound,
Janne Schatter,
Prince Buster,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.