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 Seychelles and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Banda Bassotti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fuzztones,
Nils Olav,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pierre Henry,
Blake Baxter,
Ronan,
Eden Ahbez,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiohead,
These Immortal Souls,
Rites of Spring,
Malaria!,
Eric Dolphy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Babytalk,
Smog,
Ice-T,
The Standells,
David Axelrod,
Fatback Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pulsallama,
Nirvana,
Neil Young,
Television Personalities,
Black Moon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Simply Red,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skaos,
Absolute Body Control,
Graham Central Station,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris & Cosey,
Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Japan,
Mars,
OOIOO,
Oneida,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alton Ellis,
Niagra,
Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Slave,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxette,
The Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moleskins,
Animal Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.