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 Ghana and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Kurtis Blow to the dance 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Pagans,
Kenny Larkin,
Ken Boothe,
The Blackbyrds,
Talk Talk,
Bush Tetras,
Liliput,
Bill Wells,
The Doors,
Lalo Schifrin,
Loose Ends,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Scrapy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra,
Half Japanese,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pylon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vladislav Delay,
Stiv Bators,
Nas,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül,
The Cure,
Joensuu 1685,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Pus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camouflage,
Albert Ayler,
Vainqueur,
Bluetip,
Fatback Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Normal,
Amazonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Lindisfarne,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swans,
Minny Pops,
MDC,
Q and Not U,
The Evens,
Slave,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Motions,
Joe Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.