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 Lesotho and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Joey Negro to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Circle Jerks,
The Gladiators,
James White and The Blacks,
Mantronix,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kayak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joey Negro,
Prince Buster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moss Icon,
Newcleus,
Albert Ayler,
Gabor Szabo,
Tommy Roe,
The Fall,
Soulsonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Eddi Front,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gun Club,
Max Romeo,
Jacob Miller,
The Birthday Party,
Rosa Yemen,
Henry Cow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jandek,
Urselle,
Tim Buckley,
Fad Gadget,
World's Most,
Kerri Chandler,
48th St. Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Görl,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
Agent Orange,
David Axelrod,
Quantec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hoover,
Letta Mbulu,
Ornette Coleman,
Gichy Dan,
The Barracudas,
Lindisfarne,
Pole,
The Knickerbockers,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.