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 Libya and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blancmange to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Offenders,
Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lakeside,
Minor Threat,
Motorama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Basic Channel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Wells,
Fear,
Pulsallama,
E-Dancer,
Barry Ungar,
John Holt,
Dawn Penn,
June Days,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lucky Dragons,
Pole,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Buzzcocks,
Darondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Bluetip,
Pylon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zero Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
One Last Wish,
Yellowson,
Susan Cadogan,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harry Pussy,
Arab on Radar,
The Gun Club,
Godley & Creme,
Severed Heads,
Monolake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hoover,
Liliput,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dead C,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eddi Front,
Boredoms,
Youth Brigade,
Aswad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Althea and Donna,
Sound Behaviour,
In Retrospect,
Index,
Minny Pops,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.