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 Grenada and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rakim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Flipper,
Outsiders,
Kaleidoscope,
Groovy Waters,
Reagan Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minutemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mandrill,
Bush Tetras,
Black Sheep,
Guru Guru,
The Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lyres,
Monolake,
Camouflage,
The Slackers,
Archie Shepp,
The Martian,
Wasted Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
The Litter,
The Smoke,
Ten City,
Steve Hackett,
The Index,
Zapp,
The Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Patti Smith,
Motorama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Order,
Roy Ayers,
Adolescents,
JFA,
Can,
Joe Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Severed Heads,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Black Dice,
Massinfluence,
The Raincoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crime,
Sonic Youth,
a-ha,
Quantec,
Barrington Levy,
The Smiths,
The Sound,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.