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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the punk 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Thee Headcoats,
Trumans Water,
Drexciya,
Metal Thangz,
These Immortal Souls,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Mills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lightning Bolt,
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio,
Angry Samoans,
Black Sheep,
Marshall Jefferson,
Steve Hackett,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Soul II Soul,
Mars,
Slave,
The Remains,
Barrington Levy,
Joey Negro,
Pussy Galore,
The Selecter,
L. Decosne,
Anthony Braxton,
Joyce Sims,
Joensuu 1685,
Suburban Knight,
Connie Case,
the Slits,
Joe Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Circle Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moby Grape,
Tim Buckley,
Sugar Minott,
Los Fastidios,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moebius,
Yellowson,
the Swans,
Black Bananas,
Rites of Spring,
The Slackers,
Black Flag,
CMW,
Scion,
Bobby Byrd,
Qualms,
The Kinks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.