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 Austria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monolake to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Sonic Youth,
Roxette,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
the Normal,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
Ludus,
Crooked Eye,
Terry Callier,
One Last Wish,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Wyatt,
JFA,
Youth Brigade,
Infiniti,
Tubeway Army,
Pharoah Sanders,
Von Mondo,
Swans,
Robert Görl,
Eric B and Rakim,
Newcleus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Eric Copeland,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gun Club,
Donald Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flipper,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Idris Muhammad,
the Association,
The Residents,
AZ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
T. Rex,
Gong,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q and Not U,
Soft Machine,
Man Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.