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 Grenada and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Delon & Dalcan 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
F. McDonald,
Eurythmics,
the Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Thee Headcoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Man Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Loose Ends,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crooked Eye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Khruangbin,
David Bowie,
L. Decosne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Techniques,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spoonie Gee,
The Count Five,
Toni Rubio,
The Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Faust,
Theoretical Girls,
Nas,
Boredoms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Maleditus Sound,
Flash Fearless,
The Residents,
The Young Rascals,
Junior Murvin,
Bauhaus,
Carl Craig,
ABBA,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Seeds,
The Black Dice,
The Gladiators,
Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tres Demented,
The Cramps,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers,
the Germs,
Joyce Sims,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.