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 Costa Rica and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Eden Ahbez to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Peter and Kerry,
Cybotron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Misunderstood,
Deepchord,
Lalo Schifrin,
Khruangbin,
Qualms,
The Stooges,
Scion,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerri Chandler,
the Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Skaos,
Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Excepter,
Dennis Brown,
Ituana,
Bill Wells,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Toasters,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Bananas,
Chris Corsano,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wire,
The Young Rascals,
Tubeway Army,
Joey Negro,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Vainqueur,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Bourne,
Yaz,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang of Four,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swell Maps,
Jandek,
Toni Rubio,
Section 25,
DJ Style,
OOIOO,
Roxy Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Rapeman,
Amazonics,
The Golliwogs,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.