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 South Africa and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 UT to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nils Olav,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
In Retrospect,
Wasted Youth,
Ludus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun City Girls,
Agitation Free,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pop Group,
Rod Modell,
Essential Logic,
The Techniques,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Can,
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Rekid,
Whodini,
The Pretty Things,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scrapy,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Moon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arcadia,
Eve St. Jones,
Colin Newman,
Mr. Review,
DJ Sneak,
Thee Headcoats,
FM Einheit,
Sandy B,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swans,
Das Ding,
James White and The Blacks,
the Sonics,
CMW,
Drexciya,
The Red Krayola,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Boredoms,
Ponytail,
Nico,
Alton Ellis,
The Names,
Ronan,
Surgeon,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.