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 Netherlands and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Raincoats to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Television,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brand Nubian,
Black Moon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pierre Henry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mantronix,
Tim Buckley,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maleditus Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scientists,
John Coltrane,
Ten City,
Letta Mbulu,
The Raincoats,
The Divine Comedy,
The Associates,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Sneak,
FM Einheit,
The Martian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Surgeon,
John Foxx,
The Red Krayola,
Siglo XX,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mummies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tres Demented,
The American Breed,
Silicon Teens,
The Gap Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Heaven 17,
the Slits,
Wings,
KRS-One,
the Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doobie Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Second Layer,
Black Bananas,
Kaleidoscope,
The Velvet Underground,
Kenny Larkin,
New Order,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.