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 Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 New Order to the electroclash 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalo Schifrin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
The Tremeloes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Steve Hackett,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül II,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gories,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Toni Rubio,
The Busters,
Gong,
Subhumans,
Wally Richardson,
OOIOO,
kango's stein massive,
Duran Duran,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moleskins,
Kerri Chandler,
Rod Modell,
Black Flag,
the Sonics,
Slick Rick,
T. Rex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Massinfluence,
Archie Shepp,
Ken Boothe,
Black Sheep,
Crispian St. Peters,
LL Cool J,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quantec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marmalade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rotary Connection,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
The Real Kids,
Gang Green,
The Slackers,
Rosa Yemen,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Max Romeo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Buckinghams,
Henry Cow,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.