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 Mali and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Nico to the grime 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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABBA,
Robert Wyatt,
Slave,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q and Not U,
New Order,
The Barracudas,
Aaron Thompson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smoke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
Deakin,
Moebius,
Second Layer,
June Days,
Piero Umiliani,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Enemy,
Minor Threat,
This Heat,
World's Most,
Nas,
Marvin Gaye,
Khruangbin,
The Gun Club,
Barrington Levy,
Section 25,
The Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rosa Yemen,
L. Decosne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blossom Toes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heaven 17,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Saints,
The Remains,
Simply Red,
Jeff Lynne,
Yusef Lateef,
The Real Kids,
Siglo XX,
The Names,
cv313,
Amon Düül II,
Urselle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Michelle Simonal,
Bluetip,
The Durutti Column,
Pussy Galore,
The Fall,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.