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 Micronesia and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Colin Newman to the grunge 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Toni Rubio,
Inner City,
The Buckinghams,
Sonic Youth,
Man Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris Corsano,
Bauhaus,
Soul II Soul,
Pantytec,
The Trojans,
Amazonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Rundgren,
Infiniti,
Lucky Dragons,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Byrd,
PIL,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Newcleus,
Mo-Dettes,
Blancmange,
John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Graham Central Station,
Pantaleimon,
Fear,
The Names,
The Pop Group,
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slick Rick,
Kenny Larkin,
Mars,
Khruangbin,
E-Dancer,
Alison Limerick,
Television,
The Index,
Scott Walker,
Yazoo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Albert Ayler,
The Sound,
Panda Bear,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
Fela Kuti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Deepchord,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.