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 Ecuador and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bush Tetras to the dance 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '70s 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 Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Moebius,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anakelly,
Intrusion,
Ludus,
The Gories,
Rekid,
Yusef Lateef,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spoonie Gee,
Arab on Radar,
The Blues Magoos,
Essential Logic,
Pulsallama,
Alice Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doors,
Joe Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalo Schifrin,
Talk Talk,
Loose Ends,
Little Man,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Panda Bear,
The Walker Brothers,
Bluetip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Organ,
Lucky Dragons,
a-ha,
Average White Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Carl Craig,
Deadbeat,
Jandek,
The Golliwogs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jimmy McGriff,
The New Christs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The J.B.'s,
June Days,
New York Dolls,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Pus,
Goldenarms,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.