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 Manchester.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lalann to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jimmy McGriff,
Symarip,
Patti Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Sneak,
The Grass Roots,
Monolake,
The Stooges,
Charles Mingus,
The American Breed,
The Associates,
Ludus,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Motorama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James White and The Blacks,
Quantec,
Public Enemy,
The Music Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fela Kuti,
Technova,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Interpol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Offenders,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
The Buckinghams,
F. McDonald,
China Crisis,
The Knickerbockers,
The Misunderstood,
Mandrill,
Surgeon,
Joey Negro,
Al Stewart,
Flamin' Groovies,
B.T. Express,
The Five Americans,
Mars,
Stiv Bators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Association,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
Blancmange,
Boz Scaggs,
Half Japanese,
The Vogues,
Neu!,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.