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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Soul II Soul to the rap 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jandek,
Kayak,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
AZ,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Dennis Brown,
The Moleskins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masters at Work,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scientists,
The Cowsills,
Black Flag,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wolf Eyes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cymande,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oblivians,
Interpol,
Y Pants,
Rotary Connection,
The Doors,
Lungfish,
Byron Stingily,
Cluster,
David McCallum,
The Residents,
Rapeman,
Soul II Soul,
Porter Ricks,
Young Marble Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Little Man,
Radiohead,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Organ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pretty Things,
Deakin,
The Standells,
Blossom Toes,
Japan,
Scion,
Marc Almond,
Graham Central Station,
In Retrospect,
China Crisis,
Unrelated Segments,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.