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 Kosovo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Clear Light to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Holt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Machine,
Scratch Acid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Japan,
Bad Manners,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vainqueur,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Rundgren,
Lightning Bolt,
Erasure,
Can,
Rakim,
Colin Newman,
a-ha,
Skriet,
Gang of Four,
Deakin,
Crash Course in Science,
Marine Girls,
The Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
Chris & Cosey,
Davy DMX,
Underground Resistance,
Porter Ricks,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Beau Brummels,
10cc,
The Mojo Men,
Anthony Braxton,
Spandau Ballet,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun City Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Althea and Donna,
Mars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Bowie,
Bill Near,
Wally Richardson,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker,
Tim Buckley,
Das Ding,
Delta 5,
Q and Not U,
Television Personalities,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.