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 Andorra and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Aural Exciters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Leaves,
Joensuu 1685,
Severed Heads,
Alice Coltrane,
Smog,
Hoover,
Scott Walker,
Cecil Taylor,
Suburban Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Liliput,
Gerry Rafferty,
Icehouse,
Gong,
Eli Mardock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Funky Four + One,
The Blackbyrds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Foxx,
Dual Sessions,
Joey Negro,
The Gap Band,
The Busters,
Chrome,
KRS-One,
The Moleskins,
Sound Behaviour,
Mission of Burma,
Pere Ubu,
Ten City,
Buzzcocks,
Monolake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül,
Oneida,
Rufus Thomas,
Absolute Body Control,
Max Romeo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
This Heat,
The Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sister Nancy,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mark Hollis,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantaleimon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
MC5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Khruangbin,
the Association,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.