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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Hasil Adkins to the dance 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crooked Eye,
Scrapy,
The Doors,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reagan Youth,
The Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dual Sessions,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül,
Bang On A Can,
Hot Snakes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nico,
the Association,
The Victims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
David Axelrod,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pylon,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Beau Brummels,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Halsall,
Franke,
Essential Logic,
The Music Machine,
the Slits,
Mandrill,
Nick Fraelich,
Dawn Penn,
Popol Vuh,
Cecil Taylor,
Quantec,
The Stooges,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maurizio,
Section 25,
Saccharine Trust,
Rapeman,
Alice Coltrane,
Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
DNA,
Blossom Toes,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.