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 Kiribati and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the disco 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
cv313,
World's Most,
Fear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blancmange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Halsall,
Slick Rick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Vogues,
Al Stewart,
Can,
Excepter,
Bronski Beat,
LL Cool J,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minnie Riperton,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gastr Del Sol,
Nirvana,
Wally Richardson,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Near,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
Max Romeo,
These Immortal Souls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Busters,
Amon Düül II,
Funky Four + One,
Gong,
Gichy Dan,
Infiniti,
Derrick May,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Altered Images,
The Birthday Party,
The Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra,
Joyce Sims,
The Star Department,
Malaria!,
kango's stein massive,
Bad Manners,
The American Breed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.