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 Botswana and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Scientists to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Evens,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Make Up,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slick Rick,
The Cramps,
Model 500,
Index,
The Litter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sugar Minott,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flipper,
The Tremeloes,
The Count Five,
Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magma,
Wally Richardson,
Procol Harum,
Schoolly D,
L. Decosne,
Inner City,
Erykah Badu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
Liliput,
Fad Gadget,
Tom Boy,
Blake Baxter,
Mantronix,
Nirvana,
Sister Nancy,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minnie Riperton,
Sparks,
Kurtis Blow,
Freddie Wadling,
Sällskapet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radio Birdman,
Stiv Bators,
June Days,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Bourne,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kas Product,
Average White Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.