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 Vietnam and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal 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?
Black Sheep,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grey Daturas,
Depeche Mode,
Sight & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Halsall,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tears for Fears,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantaleimon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mark Hollis,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minnie Riperton,
Trumans Water,
Talk Talk,
Yellowson,
Blake Baxter,
Essential Logic,
Main Source,
Carl Craig,
Aural Exciters,
Sarah Menescal,
Rotary Connection,
Letta Mbulu,
John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Ludus,
Boz Scaggs,
The Last Poets,
The Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warsaw,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Metal Thangz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slackers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erasure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pole,
The Neon Judgement,
Minny Pops,
Zero Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.