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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 H. Thieme to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman 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?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter and Kerry,
Thompson Twins,
The Durutti Column,
Kerri Chandler,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bob Dylan,
The Red Krayola,
Dead Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
The Divine Comedy,
Max Romeo,
The Move,
Girls At Our Best!,
Judy Mowatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Infiniti,
Underground Resistance,
Main Source,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Liliput,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neu!,
Al Stewart,
The Doors,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Idris Muhammad,
Dual Sessions,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skaos,
Colin Newman,
Section 25,
The Slits,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Style,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mantronix,
Gong,
10cc,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ten City,
Wolf Eyes,
Mandrill,
Banda Bassotti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.