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 Mali and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moss Icon to the electroclash 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry's Kids,
Reagan Youth,
The Invisible,
MDC,
Anakelly,
New Order,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rekid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scion,
Yusef Lateef,
Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Kenny Larkin,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swell Maps,
ABC,
cv313,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Flag,
Quadrant,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aswad,
Tears for Fears,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doors,
Television Personalities,
Toni Rubio,
Oneida,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
F. McDonald,
Brothers Johnson,
the Normal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Susan Cadogan,
JFA,
T.S.O.L.,
Sandy B,
Make Up,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slackers,
Erykah Badu,
Minor Threat,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.