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 Russia and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sarah Menescal to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Eating Sloth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantaleimon,
Gabor Szabo,
Funkadelic,
Jacques Brel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cameo,
Warren Ellis,
The Gories,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter & Gordon,
Saccharine Trust,
Donald Byrd,
Hardrive,
Marine Girls,
Liliput,
Unrelated Segments,
Anthony Braxton,
Eli Mardock,
U.S. Maple,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brick,
Motorama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hashim,
Guru Guru,
The Dead C,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Zeros,
The Grass Roots,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gladiators,
The Happenings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Velvet Underground,
Average White Band,
Simply Red,
Ice-T,
Minor Threat,
the Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
Symarip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul II Soul,
Animal Collective,
Television Personalities,
The Golliwogs,
Nirvana,
Wolf Eyes,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.