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 Antigua and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blackbyrds to the crunk 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Boredoms,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
Toni Rubio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mission of Burma,
Wasted Youth,
The United States of America,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantytec,
Danielle Patucci,
Tres Demented,
Royal Trux,
The Pretty Things,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris Corsano,
Pole,
The Techniques,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pagans,
Ossler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glenn Branca,
Kayak,
Marine Girls,
Khruangbin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cecil Taylor,
Panda Bear,
Jacob Miller,
The Monks,
DNA,
Trumans Water,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Durutti Column,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry's Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Warsaw,
The Leaves,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Colin Newman,
The Cowsills,
The Saints,
The Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Maleditus Sound,
Joey Negro,
Fatback Band,
Sight & Sound,
ABC,
Brass Construction,
Fat Boys,
Animal Collective,
Cybotron,
Mantronix,
Robert Hood,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.