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 Moldova and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Joe Smooth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Byrd,
OOIOO,
Yellowson,
Intrusion,
Susan Cadogan,
Nico,
the Swans,
The Durutti Column,
The Beau Brummels,
48th St. Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Leaves,
Marmalade,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Dolphy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Lungfish,
Bad Manners,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smoke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Offenders,
the Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scion,
Yazoo,
Supertramp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Silicon Teens,
The Selecter,
The Golliwogs,
Franke,
The Young Rascals,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Lynne,
X-102,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young,
Q65,
Organ,
The Invisible,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Flag,
Albert Ayler,
Buzzcocks,
One Last Wish,
Accadde A,
Massinfluence,
Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Main Source,
ABBA,
Outsiders,
Bootsy Collins,
The Velvet Underground,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.