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 Zambia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 The Music Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fad Gadget,
The Modern Lovers,
Theoretical Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Althea and Donna,
Barry Ungar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Motions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
La Düsseldorf,
China Crisis,
Radio Birdman,
Barrington Levy,
Minutemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scientists,
Zapp,
Fugazi,
Sällskapet,
ABC,
Severed Heads,
Model 500,
Angry Samoans,
CMW,
The Skatalites,
The Fortunes,
Sonic Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Parry Music,
Bill Wells,
The Moleskins,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker,
Newcleus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grauzone,
Vainqueur,
Scrapy,
Scion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Hill,
Livin' Joy,
Outsiders,
Hasil Adkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Nirvana,
Goldenarms,
Silicon Teens,
Delta 5,
Simply Red,
Leonard Cohen,
Anthony Braxton,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Motorama,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.