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 the UAE and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Fall to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erykah Badu,
Groovy Waters,
The Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Moby Grape,
Black Pus,
Henry Cow,
The Martian,
Blake Baxter,
Archie Shepp,
ABBA,
Arthur Verocai,
Television Personalities,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agitation Free,
Fat Boys,
Fatback Band,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Near,
Mandrill,
The Birthday Party,
The Index,
The Vogues,
Wire,
Bobby Womack,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barbara Tucker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stetsasonic,
The Misunderstood,
Bizarre Inc.,
This Heat,
Dual Sessions,
the Normal,
Rapeman,
The Red Krayola,
Skriet,
The Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moss Icon,
The Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick May,
a-ha,
Gang Green,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Style,
Bang On A Can,
The Golliwogs,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.