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 South Sudan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Rakim to the jazz 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ludus,
The Vogues,
Joensuu 1685,
Pere Ubu,
Anakelly,
Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Massinfluence,
U.S. Maple,
The Standells,
The Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
10cc,
Derrick Morgan,
John Foxx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dark Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camouflage,
Silicon Teens,
The Walker Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Shuggie Otis,
Television,
Sound Behaviour,
The Happenings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Flash Fearless,
Pulsallama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fuzztones,
Spoonie Gee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Model 500,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dead C,
Leonard Cohen,
Main Source,
Groovy Waters,
Cheater Slicks,
Little Man,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deakin,
The Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Letta Mbulu,
Interpol,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.