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 Dominica and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Velvet Underground to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Machine,
Joe Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang On A Can,
The Associates,
Pere Ubu,
Harry Pussy,
Maleditus Sound,
Chrome,
Warren Ellis,
Scrapy,
Guru Guru,
MDC,
Ohio Players,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visage,
Massinfluence,
Morten Harket,
Soft Cell,
Slave,
The New Christs,
H. Thieme,
The Human League,
Black Flag,
Sonic Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blues Magoos,
Siglo XX,
Suicide,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rotary Connection,
Iggy Pop,
Monks,
Prince Buster,
The Zeros,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faraquet,
Mars,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Durutti Column,
The Vogues,
Malaria!,
U.S. Maple,
Chris & Cosey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Wells,
The Count Five,
kango's stein massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.