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 Guatemala and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Monolake to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harry Pussy,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yellowson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Evens,
These Immortal Souls,
Intrusion,
Tears for Fears,
Cecil Taylor,
Thompson Twins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Symarip,
Gichy Dan,
Judy Mowatt,
Negative Approach,
The Seeds,
Main Source,
Archie Shepp,
Sparks,
Patti Smith,
Qualms,
Rapeman,
Cameo,
Scrapy,
The Last Poets,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Black Dice,
MC5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
Wings,
Quando Quango,
Goldenarms,
Massinfluence,
Mantronix,
Procol Harum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Selecter,
Make Up,
Lucky Dragons,
New Age Steppers,
Albert Ayler,
Excepter,
Metal Thangz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül,
T.S.O.L.,
Arcadia,
Fear,
B.T. Express,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang On A Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.