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 Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vainqueur,
The Grass Roots,
Hashim,
John Holt,
Japan,
Pylon,
Johnny Clarke,
Flash Fearless,
D'Angelo,
Nico,
The Detroit Cobras,
Silicon Teens,
Agitation Free,
Ludus,
Harmonia,
Swell Maps,
Nils Olav,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Black Sheep,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Wells,
Shoche,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Beau Brummels,
Bush Tetras,
The Remains,
The Busters,
Wolf Eyes,
Arthur Verocai,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oneida,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Christie,
The Zeros,
Alison Limerick,
Niagra,
Neu!,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Al Stewart,
June Days,
Cluster,
Mo-Dettes,
Charles Mingus,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Surgeon,
cv313,
Pagans,
Rakim,
Lungfish,
Piero Umiliani,
The Leaves,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flipper,
Cybotron,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.