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 Lesotho and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Soft Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
June of 44,
Brick,
Warren Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Rites of Spring,
The Tremeloes,
Chrome,
Harmonia,
Animal Collective,
Au Pairs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ponytail,
Terry Callier,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Althea and Donna,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Archie Shepp,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger,
Pulsallama,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
Avey Tare,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sight & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Brand Nubian,
Jandek,
Glenn Branca,
Technova,
Lower 48,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Duran Duran,
Guru Guru,
Whodini,
Minutemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Techniques,
Maurizio,
the Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Essential Logic,
Negative Approach,
Dark Day,
Lindisfarne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad,
OOIOO,
Accadde A,
Gang Starr,
Country Teasers,
The Five Americans,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smiths,
The Zeros,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.