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 Lebanon and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Adolescents to the crunk 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Juan Atkins,
Los Fastidios,
Jeru the Damaja,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young,
Hashim,
Byron Stingily,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T. Rex,
Rosa Yemen,
Intrusion,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Joensuu 1685,
cv313,
Von Mondo,
Quantec,
B.T. Express,
Maurizio,
The Standells,
Archie Shepp,
X-102,
Panda Bear,
Pantytec,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Ice-T,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mantronix,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
Warsaw,
Half Japanese,
Young Marble Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Delta 5,
Michelle Simonal,
Supertramp,
Agent Orange,
Bush Tetras,
The Five Americans,
The J.B.'s,
Jandek,
Public Enemy,
John Lydon,
Sonic Youth,
The Fugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronan,
Black Bananas,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.