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 Malawi and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Pretty Things to the rock 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy 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?
Pierre Henry,
Babytalk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Monks,
The Fortunes,
Camouflage,
Index,
Anthony Braxton,
New Age Steppers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Janne Schatter,
Oneida,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Bar-Kays,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hardrive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harry Pussy,
Graham Central Station,
John Foxx,
Anakelly,
A Certain Ratio,
Ken Boothe,
Oblivians,
Robert Görl,
JFA,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rosa Yemen,
The J.B.'s,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cymande,
Delta 5,
Reuben Wilson,
The Star Department,
Pole,
Desert Stars,
D'Angelo,
June of 44,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brothers Johnson,
Alphaville,
The Happenings,
The Modern Lovers,
Sex Pistols,
Rod Modell,
Fela Kuti,
Monolake,
Siglo XX,
Gastr Del Sol,
New York Dolls,
Isaac Hayes,
R.M.O.,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.