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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the disco 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mad Mike,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Newcleus,
Jandek,
a-ha,
Nirvana,
48th St. Collective,
Eli Mardock,
The Techniques,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultimate Spinach,
Model 500,
Yaz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Groovy Waters,
Aural Exciters,
the Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gun Club,
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
Flipper,
Tubeway Army,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
Scratch Acid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Black Dice,
Fela Kuti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suicide,
Boogie Down Productions,
The New Christs,
The Mojo Men,
Camouflage,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fugs,
Mars,
The Kinks,
Delta 5,
MC5,
Freddie Wadling,
Average White Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Adolescents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slick Rick,
Deepchord,
Kas Product,
Neil Young,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonic Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-101,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.