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 Iran and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 LL Cool J to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Smoke,
Grey Daturas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Leonard Cohen,
Technova,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris & Cosey,
Skaos,
Danielle Patucci,
X-Ray Spex,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cure,
Carl Craig,
The Martian,
Pantaleimon,
Ultravox,
June of 44,
Spoonie Gee,
Quadrant,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sound,
The Motions,
Swell Maps,
Slave,
David Axelrod,
Eric B and Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Organ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Qualms,
Joyce Sims,
The Birthday Party,
Nico,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Dual Sessions,
Joy Division,
Smog,
One Last Wish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neu!,
Hot Snakes,
cv313,
Boredoms,
Unwound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deepchord,
In Retrospect,
Chris Corsano,
Dark Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arthur Verocai,
Archie Shepp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arcadia,
Nils Olav,
June Days,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.