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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Magma to the dance 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
R.M.O.,
Rapeman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
L. Decosne,
Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Suburban Knight,
The Zeros,
Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brothers Johnson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terry Callier,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quantec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Severed Heads,
Black Bananas,
Fat Boys,
Alphaville,
LL Cool J,
Desert Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Red Krayola,
Kerri Chandler,
Slave,
Silicon Teens,
Bob Dylan,
Magma,
Niagra,
48th St. Collective,
Radio Birdman,
The Music Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Tears for Fears,
Gang of Four,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
Quando Quango,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Sarah Menescal,
Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brick,
Surgeon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skriet,
Au Pairs,
CMW,
Maleditus Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.