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 Haiti and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crime to the dance 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Sam Rivers,
Alice Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Arab on Radar,
Royal Trux,
David Axelrod,
Malaria!,
Hasil Adkins,
Piero Umiliani,
The Barracudas,
Model 500,
The Doors,
Byron Stingily,
Sarah Menescal,
Talk Talk,
Whodini,
Drexciya,
Little Man,
In Retrospect,
AZ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sixth Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Groovy Waters,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry's Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Althea and Donna,
Ituana,
Lucky Dragons,
Mars,
The Remains,
Matthew Bourne,
Mantronix,
Quadrant,
La Düsseldorf,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Michelle Simonal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pylon,
10cc,
Roxette,
Quantec,
Underground Resistance,
Saccharine Trust,
the Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
John Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hashim,
The Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Lynne,
Archie Shepp,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.