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 Burkina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Barbara Tucker to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Unwound,
Todd Terry,
Faraquet,
Talk Talk,
Jacob Miller,
Lyres,
Derrick Morgan,
Tommy Roe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mars,
The Moleskins,
Soul II Soul,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
B.T. Express,
Bauhaus,
Terry Callier,
Procol Harum,
Cybotron,
Alice Coltrane,
Qualms,
Barrington Levy,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
Can,
The Human League,
Scrapy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moby Grape,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pussy Galore,
Brand Nubian,
the Swans,
Amon Düül,
Arab on Radar,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Camberwell Now,
Thompson Twins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
F. McDonald,
Icehouse,
The Fugs,
Liliput,
Minutemen,
Sister Nancy,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
Deakin,
a-ha,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Little Man,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scan 7,
Q65,
Maurizio,
The Zeros,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-101,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.