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 Swaziland and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Johnny Osbourne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nas,
Soft Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Aural Exciters,
Oblivians,
Altered Images,
Anakelly,
Buzzcocks,
Sex Pistols,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Popol Vuh,
Warren Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
Charles Mingus,
The Birthday Party,
Scion,
Sister Nancy,
Stetsasonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nico,
In Retrospect,
Minnie Riperton,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Junior Murvin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Negative Approach,
Janne Schatter,
Royal Trux,
Index,
Grey Daturas,
Tears for Fears,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Dual Sessions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang of Four,
The Gories,
the Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Tom Boy,
The Wake,
Mandrill,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tubeway Army,
Echospace,
Television Personalities,
China Crisis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiohead,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.