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 Yemen and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Pylon to the dance 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Ludus 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glenn Branca,
Whodini,
Sound Behaviour,
Barrington Levy,
Arthur Verocai,
Vainqueur,
Cybotron,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gap Band,
Underground Resistance,
U.S. Maple,
Simply Red,
ABC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Machine,
Cluster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deepchord,
Bad Manners,
Ultra Naté,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agitation Free,
DNA,
Rekid,
Panda Bear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funkadelic,
The Selecter,
Max Romeo,
Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Animal Collective,
Das Ding,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Al Stewart,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Parry Music,
Grey Daturas,
Second Layer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Malaria!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gun Club,
Skarface,
The Raincoats,
Toni Rubio,
Mo-Dettes,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Move,
The Count Five,
Theoretical Girls,
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.