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 Thailand and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Nick Fraelich to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
E-Dancer,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sugar Minott,
The Happenings,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Hill,
The Wake,
The Misunderstood,
Thee Headcoats,
Symarip,
Jacques Brel,
The Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Massinfluence,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fad Gadget,
Monolake,
Dawn Penn,
Laurel Aitken,
Heaven 17,
Tubeway Army,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispian St. Peters,
Audionom,
DJ Style,
The American Breed,
Robert Wyatt,
Dark Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Von Mondo,
Basic Channel,
Erykah Badu,
Archie Shepp,
Severed Heads,
The Music Machine,
Little Man,
Adolescents,
UT,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Mills,
Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Altered Images,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scan 7,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yazoo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mummies,
The Doors,
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Normal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Pus,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.