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 Belarus and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 funk 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Absolute Body Control,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barrington Levy,
The Angels of Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Fraelich,
X-102,
Derrick May,
The Gories,
Franke,
Parry Music,
Monolake,
The Golliwogs,
Qualms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker,
Sam Rivers,
The Doors,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fall,
Country Teasers,
Essential Logic,
Sight & Sound,
The Music Machine,
The Cure,
The Blues Magoos,
Mars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Metal Thangz,
Magma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faust,
Brick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funkadelic,
Sugar Minott,
Howard Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gichy Dan,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Khruangbin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Stooges,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cowsills,
The Pretty Things,
Radio Birdman,
Max Romeo,
The Star Department,
The Gladiators,
Index,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.