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 Honduras and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 Urselle to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Seeds,
The Motions,
Black Pus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delta 5,
Chris & Cosey,
Crooked Eye,
Man Parrish,
Urselle,
Warren Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Smooth,
Minutemen,
Steve Hackett,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
U.S. Maple,
The Smoke,
Leonard Cohen,
Marine Girls,
Zero Boys,
the Germs,
Lindisfarne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-Ray Spex,
Adolescents,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Smog,
The Searchers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
One Last Wish,
Hoover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pagans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rakim,
Skriet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reagan Youth,
The Barracudas,
Don Cherry,
Flipper,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Slits,
Fluxion,
Joensuu 1685,
Graham Central Station,
Y Pants,
The J.B.'s,
X-102,
James White and The Blacks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Zeros,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.