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 Bulgaria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Panda Bear to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ken Boothe,
Brothers Johnson,
Yellowson,
Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hasil Adkins,
Von Mondo,
Skriet,
OOIOO,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Certain Ratio,
Cheater Slicks,
Flipper,
Subhumans,
Black Pus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deakin,
Slave,
Aaron Thompson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brand Nubian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Green,
The Electric Prunes,
10cc,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grey Daturas,
Franke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Althea and Donna,
Piero Umiliani,
Isaac Hayes,
X-101,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Excepter,
Echospace,
Malaria!,
Scrapy,
Eurythmics,
Smog,
Wire,
Bobby Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Ohio Players,
Marvin Gaye,
the Normal,
Bill Near,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mars,
Matthew Halsall,
Animal Collective,
The Slits,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.