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 Solomon Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Todd Terry to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Khruangbin,
Youth Brigade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warsaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun City Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Crash Course in Science,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lindisfarne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Davy DMX,
The Fortunes,
Bob Dylan,
The Angels of Light,
Motorama,
T.S.O.L.,
Skriet,
Tom Boy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Five Americans,
Interpol,
Dead Boys,
B.T. Express,
Negative Approach,
Joe Smooth,
The Count Five,
Supertramp,
Eurythmics,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lungfish,
The Red Krayola,
Archie Shepp,
ABBA,
Jawbox,
Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Buzzcocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Visage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
H. Thieme,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
Wally Richardson,
David Axelrod,
Vainqueur,
The Index,
Smog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Ituana,
Monolake,
Lou Reed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mr. Review,
The Black Dice,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.