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 Uganda and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 The Busters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Five Americans,
Robert Hood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy Collins,
Kurtis Blow,
The Barracudas,
Fad Gadget,
Chris Corsano,
Buzzcocks,
Pussy Galore,
Popol Vuh,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MC5,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Womack,
Bang On A Can,
The Vogues,
The Toasters,
Cecil Taylor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funky Four + One,
Alison Limerick,
Carl Craig,
Zapp,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Associates,
Deepchord,
the Association,
China Crisis,
Minor Threat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Machine,
KRS-One,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Busters,
David Axelrod,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Juan Atkins,
the Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wings,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Roger Hodgson,
Nirvana,
Goldenarms,
Little Man,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
LL Cool J,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.