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 Spain and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gories to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Zeros,
The Neon Judgement,
Ossler,
Idris Muhammad,
The Leaves,
Joy Division,
The Skatalites,
Marvin Gaye,
Blossom Toes,
Scion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minor Threat,
Yazoo,
Kerri Chandler,
Neu!,
Gichy Dan,
Scrapy,
Cybotron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
The Names,
Byron Stingily,
The Red Krayola,
Mantronix,
Brothers Johnson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cluster,
Deepchord,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultra Naté,
Half Japanese,
Crime,
Bobbi Humphrey,
In Retrospect,
Minutemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Sällskapet,
Albert Ayler,
The Pop Group,
The Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Barrington Levy,
Suicide,
Franke,
Sex Pistols,
Archie Shepp,
Yusef Lateef,
The Durutti Column,
The Music Machine,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Desert Stars,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.