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 Djibouti and from London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Qualms to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 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 The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Negative Approach,
Aswad,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Style,
Tom Boy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Can,
Bob Dylan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Near,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Altered Images,
Dual Sessions,
Underground Resistance,
Monks,
Rod Modell,
Junior Murvin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Los Fastidios,
Colin Newman,
Todd Rundgren,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Freddie Wadling,
The Victims,
Ken Boothe,
Wings,
Radiohead,
Donald Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
UT,
Magma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harmonia,
Suicide,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nas,
Fat Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Glambeats Corp.,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers,
The Toasters,
Parry Music,
Howard Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.