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 Saudi Arabia and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Flamin' Groovies to the crunk 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dennis Brown,
The Smiths,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
D'Angelo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronnie Foster,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
The Birthday Party,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Pus,
The Modern Lovers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cluster,
Hot Snakes,
Aural Exciters,
Guru Guru,
Anthony Braxton,
10cc,
Marc Almond,
Eli Mardock,
Organ,
Barry Ungar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
La Düsseldorf,
Delta 5,
The Busters,
the Germs,
Average White Band,
Pantaleimon,
Lightning Bolt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Mills,
Ossler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kurtis Blow,
Suburban Knight,
The Techniques,
Aloha Tigers,
Brand Nubian,
R.M.O.,
Skaos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Todd Terry,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faust,
The Motions,
Neil Young,
Al Stewart,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.