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 Libya and from London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Siglo XX to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The United States of America,
Lightning Bolt,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Style,
Monolake,
Ultravox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Grass Roots,
The Real Kids,
Agitation Free,
Mars,
Laurel Aitken,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Machine,
The Pop Group,
The Young Rascals,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magazine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
Surgeon,
The Gap Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalann,
Dark Day,
Procol Harum,
The Selecter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yaz,
Popol Vuh,
Basic Channel,
The Beau Brummels,
Shuggie Otis,
Kaleidoscope,
Cameo,
Sarah Menescal,
Mr. Review,
Marc Almond,
Sandy B,
Shoche,
Sugar Minott,
Silicon Teens,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül II,
Ornette Coleman,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Pus,
Thee Headcoats,
Bluetip,
Grey Daturas,
Soul II Soul,
Massinfluence,
F. McDonald,
Marine Girls,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.