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 Nauru and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kaleidoscope to the rap 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Ponytail,
Kas Product,
Morten Harket,
The Index,
Mars,
Yaz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echospace,
Parry Music,
The Cowsills,
The Walker Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Malaria!,
Soulsonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Michelle Simonal,
Surgeon,
Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stetsasonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Saccharine Trust,
Technova,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blake Baxter,
Iggy Pop,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June Days,
Robert Hood,
Eurythmics,
The Misunderstood,
Joey Negro,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heaven 17,
The Tremeloes,
Angry Samoans,
Max Romeo,
Alison Limerick,
The Litter,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Black Dice,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Easy Going,
Gang Starr,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mojo Men,
Scan 7,
Crispian St. Peters,
Negative Approach,
Althea and Donna,
Q65,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.