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 Fiji and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moleskins to the rap 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding 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?
Siglo XX,
Reagan Youth,
Hoover,
Dark Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smoke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wally Richardson,
Procol Harum,
Archie Shepp,
Minutemen,
The Fortunes,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marine Girls,
The New Christs,
Gang Starr,
Cymande,
Hot Snakes,
Q65,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Easy Going,
Absolute Body Control,
The Angels of Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Danielle Patucci,
Laurel Aitken,
Slave,
Ken Boothe,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unrelated Segments,
Make Up,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nils Olav,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Young Rascals,
The Moleskins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Niagra,
Das Ding,
Ronan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Hood,
Derrick May,
The Cure,
One Last Wish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.