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 Uzbekistan and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
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 mellotron 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 Rekid to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
La Düsseldorf,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cameo,
Cymande,
X-102,
Roxette,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ice-T,
Youth Brigade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June Days,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Associates,
Kenny Larkin,
Ken Boothe,
Rotary Connection,
Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chrome,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Terry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ponytail,
Talk Talk,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pole,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Byron Stingily,
Gang of Four,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gabor Szabo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Desert Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aural Exciters,
The Black Dice,
Stetsasonic,
Hashim,
Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Average White Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Slick Rick,
The Fugs,
Rekid,
Minny Pops,
The Gun Club,
Sixth Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cecil Taylor,
Mr. Review,
New Age Steppers,
CMW,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.