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 Niger and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott Heron to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
F. McDonald,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
10cc,
Quando Quango,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liliput,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
the Association,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül,
One Last Wish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monks,
Flipper,
Crime,
Young Marble Giants,
MC5,
The Victims,
Dawn Penn,
Chris Corsano,
David Bowie,
The Mummies,
Underground Resistance,
Peter & Gordon,
The Busters,
Sight & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Deadbeat,
The Moleskins,
Monolake,
Glenn Branca,
Ohio Players,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Foxx,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Hill,
Saccharine Trust,
Stiv Bators,
The Angels of Light,
Sun City Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul II Soul,
Heaven 17,
The Monks,
Unwound,
The Slackers,
Gerry Rafferty,
In Retrospect,
ABC,
Aural Exciters,
The Count Five,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.