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 Tonga and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yusef Lateef to the punk 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare,
The Motions,
Index,
The Fortunes,
Boredoms,
The Sonics,
Nico,
Japan,
Nik Kershaw,
Rekid,
Lungfish,
The Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Starr,
ABBA,
B.T. Express,
Wings,
The Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Foxx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul II Soul,
The Names,
MDC,
The Real Kids,
Warsaw,
Basic Channel,
PIL,
Suicide,
Ronan,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yellowson,
Radio Birdman,
Camouflage,
Nas,
Amazonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lightning Bolt,
Bush Tetras,
Kool Moe Dee,
The New Christs,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
H. Thieme,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pretty Things,
John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Finger,
Desert Stars,
Icehouse,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.