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 Colombia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Don Cherry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Darondo,
Depeche Mode,
T. Rex,
The Happenings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
PIL,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marmalade,
Ultra Naté,
Thee Headcoats,
Cybotron,
Barry Ungar,
Pantaleimon,
Eurythmics,
Shoche,
The Vogues,
The Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Birthday Party,
Index,
Rotary Connection,
Babytalk,
Carl Craig,
Radio Birdman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Toni Rubio,
The Fall,
John Lydon,
Yazoo,
Barbara Tucker,
Prince Buster,
Fear,
Saccharine Trust,
Can,
Alphaville,
R.M.O.,
Alton Ellis,
Faraquet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jandek,
Lakeside,
kango's stein massive,
MC5,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash,
L. Decosne,
Trumans Water,
Bill Near,
Lindisfarne,
Slave,
The Trojans,
Minor Threat,
The Evens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.