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 Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Dice to the rock 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Hardrive,
Minny Pops,
The Pretty Things,
The Knickerbockers,
Barry Ungar,
The Smiths,
China Crisis,
Whodini,
Susan Cadogan,
Qualms,
Chris Corsano,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unwound,
Crime,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amazonics,
Oneida,
Jeff Lynne,
Kayak,
The Gap Band,
Bauhaus,
Camberwell Now,
Groovy Waters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Desert Stars,
FM Einheit,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fluxion,
The Angels of Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Association,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mark Hollis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fuzztones,
Leonard Cohen,
CMW,
Brick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalann,
Tim Buckley,
The Moleskins,
Gong,
Skriet,
Albert Ayler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jawbox,
Robert Görl,
Sound Behaviour,
Sam Rivers,
cv313,
Donny Hathaway,
Absolute Body Control,
Ludus,
Altered Images,
R.M.O.,
The Dead C,
Aloha Tigers,
Minutemen,
Average White Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.