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 Ivory Coast and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ludus to the rap 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cramps,
Grey Daturas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
Simply Red,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lucky Dragons,
Cymande,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Technova,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Holt,
Andrew Hill,
Pere Ubu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-102,
Eve St. Jones,
Suicide,
Television Personalities,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Wake,
Reagan Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Minny Pops,
Fatback Band,
Wings,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Second Layer,
the Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
Depeche Mode,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
The Moleskins,
New Order,
Massinfluence,
Mars,
Ludus,
Excepter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grauzone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
PIL,
Little Man,
Blancmange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Bizarre Inc.,
Godley & Creme,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
Cecil Taylor,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.