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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Thee Headcoats to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül,
Deadbeat,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Black Dice,
Khruangbin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moleskins,
The United States of America,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unrelated Segments,
Monks,
Josef K,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
kango's stein massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Trojans,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Pus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quantec,
The Gladiators,
Franke,
Neil Young,
Warsaw,
Pantaleimon,
Nas,
Desert Stars,
Mars,
Nils Olav,
Ultravox,
Camouflage,
Urselle,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Minor Threat,
Kenny Larkin,
Reagan Youth,
The Fuzztones,
The Red Krayola,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Foxx,
Hoover,
Jeff Mills,
Ultra Naté,
Tres Demented,
Drive Like Jehu,
Niagra,
The Shadows of Knight,
PIL,
Harry Pussy,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.