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 Korea North and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Cal Tjader to the funk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
Soul Sonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nirvana,
Khruangbin,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Style,
John Cale,
Magma,
Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Qualms,
The Wake,
Inner City,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ossler,
Chrome,
The Move,
Nils Olav,
Mad Mike,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Junior Murvin,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
Robert Görl,
The American Breed,
Surgeon,
Funkadelic,
Peter & Gordon,
The Evens,
Jeru the Damaja,
F. McDonald,
John Foxx,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gastr Del Sol,
Whodini,
A Certain Ratio,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Womack,
Erasure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Chris Corsano,
Fat Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Clear Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fugazi,
Ultravox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cluster,
Rufus Thomas,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.