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 the UAE and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bluetip to the jazz 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Babytalk,
Quadrant,
Dual Sessions,
Panda Bear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Section 25,
LL Cool J,
Warsaw,
Swell Maps,
Dennis Brown,
Schoolly D,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fall,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Sherman,
Sparks,
Jawbox,
Faraquet,
Royal Trux,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kas Product,
Alphaville,
Donald Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Yellowson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Japan,
Oneida,
Popol Vuh,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Excepter,
Sound Behaviour,
EPMD,
Black Bananas,
Whodini,
Mandrill,
Crash Course in Science,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Sneak,
Barry Ungar,
a-ha,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Residents,
Spoonie Gee,
Radio Birdman,
Drexciya,
X-101,
Albert Ayler,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moody Blues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wire,
Hot Snakes,
The Grass Roots,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.