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 Togo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Quadrant 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Moleskins,
Rakim,
Quadrant,
Jandek,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Halsall,
Pulsallama,
Black Flag,
La Düsseldorf,
Dennis Brown,
Kayak,
Accadde A,
Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco,
H. Thieme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eddi Front,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lungfish,
Delta 5,
The Remains,
OOIOO,
Y Pants,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Moby Grape,
Scientists,
Charles Mingus,
Lakeside,
The Birthday Party,
Q and Not U,
Bronski Beat,
Brothers Johnson,
Mantronix,
Country Teasers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
David Bowie,
X-Ray Spex,
Aural Exciters,
Technova,
Crime,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mojo Men,
kango's stein massive,
Mad Mike,
Deepchord,
Ultimate Spinach,
Model 500,
E-Dancer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mr. Review,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.