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 Nicaragua and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the electroclash 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
X-102,
CMW,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Certain Ratio,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Hill,
The Mummies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang On A Can,
Surgeon,
Vladislav Delay,
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Desert Stars,
The Cure,
Delon & Dalcan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang of Four,
The Gap Band,
Moebius,
The Slackers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dead Boys,
the Swans,
Yaz,
Au Pairs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Parry Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Rosa Yemen,
Crime,
Pierre Henry,
Byron Stingily,
Unrelated Segments,
DNA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nirvana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Khruangbin,
The Toasters,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
the Germs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monolake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fortunes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.