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 Moldova and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Index to the punk 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Bob Dylan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mission of Burma,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Machine,
Eddi Front,
Sight & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Boredoms,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker,
Roxy Music,
Tom Boy,
Pylon,
Smog,
Blancmange,
The Selecter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scan 7,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Q and Not U,
The Grass Roots,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harry Pussy,
Alton Ellis,
AZ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Outsiders,
Laurel Aitken,
The Index,
Connie Case,
Ludus,
The Durutti Column,
Maleditus Sound,
Hardrive,
the Slits,
DNA,
Blossom Toes,
Nirvana,
Eric Dolphy,
Moebius,
H. Thieme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deadbeat,
Minnie Riperton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Section 25,
Deakin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suburban Knight,
Easy Going,
Chris Corsano,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.