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 Honduras and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cal Tjader to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Goldenarms,
LL Cool J,
Wire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Duran Duran,
Juan Atkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crooked Eye,
Prince Buster,
Surgeon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Deepchord,
Stereo Dub,
Nation of Ulysses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Evens,
Avey Tare,
The Count Five,
The Birthday Party,
Freddie Wadling,
Sex Pistols,
Half Japanese,
June of 44,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pop Group,
Idris Muhammad,
Von Mondo,
Carl Craig,
Davy DMX,
La Düsseldorf,
Marmalade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hot Snakes,
kango's stein massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Chrome,
Hashim,
Archie Shepp,
John Cale,
Crime,
Cal Tjader,
Steve Hackett,
Can,
Camouflage,
Brick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scion,
Patti Smith,
Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Connie Case,
Television Personalities,
Piero Umiliani,
Essential Logic,
Arthur Verocai,
Cluster,
The Black Dice,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.