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 Liechtenstein and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Cluster to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Section 25,
Iggy Pop,
Pylon,
The Motions,
Unwound,
Eddi Front,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Arthur Verocai,
Anakelly,
The Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barrington Levy,
Little Man,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skaos,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispy Ambulance,
Byron Stingily,
The Golliwogs,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Residents,
Amon Düül,
Moss Icon,
Carl Craig,
Lyres,
Half Japanese,
David Axelrod,
Main Source,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Scion,
The Toasters,
Rufus Thomas,
Dual Sessions,
The Young Rascals,
Mandrill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Birthday Party,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Görl,
Lalann,
Magazine,
Magma,
Deadbeat,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris & Cosey,
Sex Pistols,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Dennis Brown,
cv313,
H. Thieme,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fuzztones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABC,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.