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 Bulgaria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Susan Cadogan to the jazz 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Accadde A,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yusef Lateef,
H. Thieme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mummies,
Eddi Front,
Joensuu 1685,
DNA,
The Move,
Gichy Dan,
the Sonics,
Yazoo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Adolescents,
Piero Umiliani,
Duran Duran,
AZ,
Essential Logic,
Sonic Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra,
Ronnie Foster,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit,
Harmonia,
Magma,
Nick Fraelich,
Gong,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Can,
Sex Pistols,
Harry Pussy,
Slave,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sällskapet,
Country Teasers,
Archie Shepp,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed,
Agitation Free,
Alton Ellis,
The Stooges,
Chrome,
John Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crime,
New York Dolls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dual Sessions,
The Techniques,
Sonny Sharrock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian,
The American Breed,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.