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 Gabon and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the electroclash 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
E-Dancer,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Average White Band,
Hoover,
Oblivians,
Minor Threat,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
JFA,
Chrome,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bob Dylan,
Sandy B,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Letta Mbulu,
Joey Negro,
DJ Sneak,
The Birthday Party,
Danielle Patucci,
The Index,
Albert Ayler,
The Pop Group,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
The Last Poets,
Section 25,
The Zeros,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantytec,
Ice-T,
Crime,
Funky Four + One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Audionom,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League,
Davy DMX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eli Mardock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Mills,
Intrusion,
Panda Bear,
Massinfluence,
Public Enemy,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül II,
cv313,
Black Flag,
The Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fall,
Chris Corsano,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.