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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Mad Mike to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Aloha Tigers,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra,
Deepchord,
Marc Almond,
Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
David Axelrod,
F. McDonald,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Toasters,
Bluetip,
Darondo,
Grauzone,
Bobby Womack,
Nirvana,
Delta 5,
Parry Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
The Slits,
Agitation Free,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Curtis Mayfield,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Urselle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalann,
Jawbox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones,
Amazonics,
Organ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anthony Braxton,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Reuben Wilson,
Mr. Review,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
The Moleskins,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gories,
Alice Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oneida,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Josef K,
Dead Boys,
Animal Collective,
Das Ding,
Vladislav Delay,
Spoonie Gee,
Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Audionom,
Mad Mike,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.