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 Algeria and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Absolute Body Control to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Hardrive,
Judy Mowatt,
The Young Rascals,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalann,
Bootsy Collins,
H. Thieme,
X-102,
Man Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The American Breed,
The Dirtbombs,
Joyce Sims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Moss Icon,
The Black Dice,
the Fania All-Stars,
Qualms,
Nirvana,
Jerry's Kids,
The Skatalites,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
Zapp,
Echospace,
Camouflage,
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Massinfluence,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wolf Eyes,
Toni Rubio,
Depeche Mode,
Erykah Badu,
Don Cherry,
Bauhaus,
Monolake,
Soft Cell,
EPMD,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra,
Newcleus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terry Callier,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxette,
T.S.O.L.,
The Walker Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Flash Fearless,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Holt,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantytec,
Eden Ahbez,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.