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 Micronesia and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 funk 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Alton Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Delta 5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Litter,
EPMD,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fire Engines,
the Germs,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suicide,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacob Miller,
Nico,
The Invisible,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Sherman,
Ornette Coleman,
The American Breed,
Camberwell Now,
Joey Negro,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Star Department,
Dark Day,
Peter & Gordon,
the Bar-Kays,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Rundgren,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Connie Case,
Moby Grape,
The Barracudas,
Pantaleimon,
Flamin' Groovies,
James White and The Blacks,
Q and Not U,
Bad Manners,
Ultravox,
The Golliwogs,
T. Rex,
Goldenarms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mr. Review,
Negative Approach,
Chrome,
The Index,
Franke,
John Holt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Christie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lower 48,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zapp,
World's Most,
Los Fastidios,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.