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 Cuba and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Stooges to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Grass Roots,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Foxx,
Motorama,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Tubeway Army,
The Pop Group,
The Saints,
The Names,
Bobby Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Aswad,
Guru Guru,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-102,
Icehouse,
Royal Trux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brick,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Halsall,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Drexciya,
Technova,
Stiv Bators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pierre Henry,
Rites of Spring,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Normal,
Blossom Toes,
The Fall,
Television,
Pantaleimon,
The Smoke,
Easy Going,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Techniques,
FM Einheit,
Scion,
Malaria!,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra,
Anakelly,
Jandek,
The Durutti Column,
Donny Hathaway,
Tres Demented,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.