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 Armenia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Monks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Panda Bear,
Moss Icon,
Maurizio,
Motorama,
Excepter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare,
Urselle,
The Grass Roots,
Aaron Thompson,
Ossler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yellowson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Janne Schatter,
Piero Umiliani,
Cecil Taylor,
Infiniti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Little Man,
Joensuu 1685,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Enemy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bob Dylan,
New York Dolls,
Erasure,
Smog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cheater Slicks,
The Golliwogs,
Inner City,
Sister Nancy,
Roxette,
The Wake,
The Dead C,
Robert Wyatt,
Alton Ellis,
Whodini,
Nils Olav,
Pantaleimon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Moon,
Reagan Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Steve Hackett,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Sneak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Be Bop Deluxe,
48th St. Collective,
The Cowsills,
Faust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moebius,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.