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 Haiti and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flipper to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Ituana,
Q and Not U,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
KRS-One,
The Knickerbockers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Procol Harum,
Skarface,
Sarah Menescal,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Fraelich,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Charles Mingus,
Man Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Machine,
Sparks,
Dave Gahan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Negative Approach,
Black Flag,
Slick Rick,
The Wake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dead C,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vladislav Delay,
The Tremeloes,
Faraquet,
Joey Negro,
The Remains,
Tom Boy,
These Immortal Souls,
Half Japanese,
John Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
Babytalk,
World's Most,
Ludus,
John Holt,
Donald Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Modern Lovers,
Clear Light,
The Gories,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The J.B.'s,
Alison Limerick,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Interpol,
Bob Dylan,
Rufus Thomas,
Subhumans,
Magma,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Jawbox,
ABBA,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.