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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Kerrie Biddell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Offenders,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
Massinfluence,
KRS-One,
Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
John Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Mark Hollis,
PIL,
Slave,
Qualms,
The Fortunes,
Harry Pussy,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Clarke,
Parry Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Jawbox,
Black Flag,
Bobby Sherman,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed,
James White and The Blacks,
Sällskapet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magma,
Bush Tetras,
Tom Boy,
DJ Sneak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Babytalk,
The Techniques,
John Holt,
Jandek,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Visage,
The Angels of Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Carl Craig,
Skarface,
Aloha Tigers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.