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 Kuwait and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Green,
Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flash Fearless,
Jacob Miller,
Aloha Tigers,
Bush Tetras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Lakeside,
Scratch Acid,
Wings,
R.M.O.,
The Offenders,
Nils Olav,
The Raincoats,
The Birthday Party,
Brick,
The Cure,
Bill Near,
Sam Rivers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Desert Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Fania All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Throbbing Gristle,
L. Decosne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Copeland,
MC5,
Lyres,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
JFA,
Soulsonic Force,
Clear Light,
Deepchord,
Zapp,
Rod Modell,
World's Most,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Hot Snakes,
Yellowson,
The Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Can,
Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
The Litter,
Nick Fraelich,
Camouflage,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.