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 Honduras and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Essential Logic to the rock 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Real Kids,
Robert Görl,
Babytalk,
Erykah Badu,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shoche,
Graham Central Station,
Leonard Cohen,
Motorama,
The Wake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joensuu 1685,
Rod Modell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Connie Case,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
World's Most,
Mars,
The Fortunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arab on Radar,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
Animal Collective,
The Move,
Black Bananas,
Hoover,
the Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
Sandy B,
the Fania All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Chris & Cosey,
Anakelly,
Cecil Taylor,
Stetsasonic,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Zero Boys,
The Music Machine,
Malaria!,
The Mojo Men,
Lower 48,
Bush Tetras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blues Magoos,
Gastr Del Sol,
Smog,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.