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 Namibia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eddi Front to the electroclash 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Teasers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
Second Layer,
a-ha,
The Toasters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donald Byrd,
Yaz,
The Misunderstood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tommy Roe,
The Buckinghams,
Groovy Waters,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
Sight & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Talk Talk,
Thompson Twins,
Altered Images,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suburban Knight,
The Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
The J.B.'s,
Agent Orange,
Rosa Yemen,
Stereo Dub,
Saccharine Trust,
Rapeman,
The Blackbyrds,
The Black Dice,
The Gories,
Radio Birdman,
Kurtis Blow,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Smog,
Arcadia,
The Skatalites,
Oneida,
Procol Harum,
The Young Rascals,
Spoonie Gee,
Barrington Levy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Starr,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Rundgren,
Surgeon,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Normal,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.