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 Armenia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Jeru the Damaja to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Cluster,
Lightning Bolt,
Alton Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Accadde A,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Barracudas,
The Count Five,
Skarface,
Ludus,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Harry Pussy,
Yellowson,
Porter Ricks,
Ultravox,
X-101,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Procol Harum,
Make Up,
Eden Ahbez,
Pulsallama,
Ossler,
The Moody Blues,
The Grass Roots,
Absolute Body Control,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sparks,
Minnie Riperton,
UT,
Prince Buster,
The Seeds,
Fear,
Pussy Galore,
Pantytec,
Funkadelic,
Zapp,
Ronan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Radiohead,
Gong,
Panda Bear,
Archie Shepp,
Talk Talk,
Brand Nubian,
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
the Association,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott Heron,
Charles Mingus,
Banda Bassotti,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.