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 Niger and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monks to the rock 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Black Dice,
Amazonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Con Funk Shun,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cramps,
JFA,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers,
the Slits,
Mars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rufus Thomas,
Kayak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young,
Sandy B,
Cluster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skarface,
Blossom Toes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rotary Connection,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smoke,
Ossler,
Monks,
the Soft Cell,
the Human League,
The Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
The Real Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Al Stewart,
Sparks,
The Remains,
Tommy Roe,
Half Japanese,
Duran Duran,
Masters at Work,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Danielle Patucci,
David Axelrod,
the Swans,
Radiohead,
Alice Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Ludus,
Sugar Minott,
ABBA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Selecter,
The American Breed,
Gabor Szabo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suburban Knight,
The Litter,
Moebius,
Slave,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.