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 El Salvador and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 D'Angelo to the grime 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Albert Ayler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Crash Course in Science,
The Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Bowie,
Flipper,
The Motions,
MDC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Excepter,
Q65,
Yusef Lateef,
Minny Pops,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Residents,
Absolute Body Control,
The Evens,
Man Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra,
Sex Pistols,
JFA,
Pussy Galore,
Susan Cadogan,
Icehouse,
Archie Shepp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The J.B.'s,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter and Kerry,
John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy Collins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mojo Men,
R.M.O.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moebius,
Skriet,
Grauzone,
Reuben Wilson,
Michelle Simonal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skaos,
The Human League,
Davy DMX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Don Cherry,
Chrome,
Moss Icon,
Suburban Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.