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 Norway and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Slackers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suburban Knight,
F. McDonald,
Colin Newman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unrelated Segments,
Rod Modell,
the Normal,
The J.B.'s,
Letta Mbulu,
10cc,
Ossler,
The Kinks,
Quantec,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed,
Don Cherry,
Parry Music,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Hill,
Heaven 17,
The Divine Comedy,
Niagra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick Morgan,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vladislav Delay,
K-Klass,
AZ,
the Association,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Icehouse,
Carl Craig,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MDC,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blackbyrds,
Sugar Minott,
Youth Brigade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slave,
Fela Kuti,
Ten City,
The Searchers,
Bauhaus,
Banda Bassotti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Rundgren,
The Barracudas,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terry Callier,
Fat Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Pantaleimon,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.