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 Monaco and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 OOIOO to the crunk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Cybotron,
Loose Ends,
Slick Rick,
Brand Nubian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Malaria!,
Godley & Creme,
Essential Logic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Young Marble Giants,
Animal Collective,
Al Stewart,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gabor Szabo,
Ohio Players,
Letta Mbulu,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker,
The Wake,
Nick Fraelich,
Neu!,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harry Pussy,
The Mummies,
Vladislav Delay,
Nas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alice Coltrane,
Liliput,
U.S. Maple,
Symarip,
One Last Wish,
Eve St. Jones,
X-102,
China Crisis,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
A Certain Ratio,
Prince Buster,
Desert Stars,
John Foxx,
Black Pus,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David McCallum,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ituana,
Slave,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.