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 Andorra and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kenny Larkin,
Kayak,
Surgeon,
Intrusion,
Susan Cadogan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
the Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
The United States of America,
Television,
Jacob Miller,
Brick,
Wire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fear,
Erykah Badu,
The Residents,
A Certain Ratio,
The Raincoats,
The Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Lakeside,
Tubeway Army,
Aloha Tigers,
Jawbox,
Marvin Gaye,
Maurizio,
Pussy Galore,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Ponytail,
Zapp,
Symarip,
Suburban Knight,
The Fugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Knickerbockers,
Ornette Coleman,
Nik Kershaw,
The Skatalites,
Soul Sonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cheater Slicks,
Trumans Water,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monochrome Set,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris Corsano,
Khruangbin,
Ronan,
Wally Richardson,
The Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.