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 Turkey and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Popol Vuh to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Quantec,
Lakeside,
Scratch Acid,
The Smiths,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swell Maps,
Derrick May,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Groovy Waters,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jandek,
The Litter,
Alton Ellis,
The Count Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
UT,
Charles Mingus,
Joy Division,
The Doors,
Andrew Hill,
Tubeway Army,
Fatback Band,
Skriet,
Faraquet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cluster,
Erasure,
Grey Daturas,
Mantronix,
The Dirtbombs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Don Cherry,
Sex Pistols,
Massinfluence,
Chris & Cosey,
Amazonics,
Guru Guru,
The Saints,
Leonard Cohen,
John Holt,
Thee Headcoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Das Ding,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Toni Rubio,
Tres Demented,
The Barracudas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nico,
Niagra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Angels of Light,
Buzzcocks,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.