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 Korea North and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
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 Shuggie Otis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Reuben Wilson,
Television Personalities,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Sherman,
Carl Craig,
The Evens,
The Saints,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T.S.O.L.,
Organ,
Bootsy Collins,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Halsall,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pretty Things,
Bush Tetras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Sandy B,
the Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Franke,
UT,
Smog,
David McCallum,
Sonic Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Mills,
Bob Dylan,
Qualms,
Cal Tjader,
Toni Rubio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Moon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Henry Cow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quantec,
Chris Corsano,
Graham Central Station,
Interpol,
Heaven 17,
Eurythmics,
Kenny Larkin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agitation Free,
Deakin,
Joey Negro,
X-Ray Spex,
Desert Stars,
The Fortunes,
Khruangbin,
Cymande,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young,
Eden Ahbez,
Althea and Donna,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.