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 Ivory Coast and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lalo Schifrin 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Kerri Chandler,
Au Pairs,
Agitation Free,
Fela Kuti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dead Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pulsallama,
Jerry's Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
The Evens,
Jawbox,
The Misunderstood,
B.T. Express,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magma,
The Motions,
Hot Snakes,
The Music Machine,
Index,
Yellowson,
Animal Collective,
John Foxx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dark Day,
Bobby Byrd,
Mantronix,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sugar Minott,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Modern Lovers,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
The Dirtbombs,
Young Marble Giants,
X-102,
Dennis Brown,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Severed Heads,
Michelle Simonal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul II Soul,
Tears for Fears,
Arthur Verocai,
Terry Callier,
Bang On A Can,
New Age Steppers,
the Normal,
Sandy B,
Oneida,
Whodini,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.