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 Bolivia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Donald Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
June of 44,
Connie Case,
Ponytail,
Andrew Hill,
Minnie Riperton,
Supertramp,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amazonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slits,
Chrome,
Joensuu 1685,
Rod Modell,
Suicide,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young,
Lou Christie,
Darondo,
Lalann,
Scientists,
The Trojans,
Babytalk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skarface,
Cecil Taylor,
New York Dolls,
Outsiders,
cv313,
FM Einheit,
Sex Pistols,
Maurizio,
Josef K,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerri Chandler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter & Gordon,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacques Brel,
Mr. Review,
Crispian St. Peters,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Index,
Howard Jones,
In Retrospect,
Loose Ends,
Deadbeat,
The Velvet Underground,
Tom Boy,
Robert Görl,
Tubeway Army,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terry Callier,
The Star Department,
Alphaville,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.