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 Luxembourg and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Darondo to the dance 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Chris Corsano,
Suicide,
Jacques Brel,
CMW,
Delta 5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pulsallama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mummies,
The Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Piero Umiliani,
James White and The Blacks,
Althea and Donna,
Quadrant,
The Leaves,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arab on Radar,
Fugazi,
Magma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Half Japanese,
Groovy Waters,
H. Thieme,
Shuggie Otis,
Camouflage,
Crash Course in Science,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Idris Muhammad,
Brass Construction,
Absolute Body Control,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
AZ,
the Germs,
Alice Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
The Cramps,
Stiv Bators,
The Motions,
Chrome,
Dual Sessions,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dirtbombs,
Aural Exciters,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Parrish,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.