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 Tajikistan and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Second Layer,
Ronan,
Black Sheep,
Anthony Braxton,
One Last Wish,
Inner City,
New York Dolls,
Scan 7,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Move,
Suicide,
The Zeros,
Icehouse,
Mars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacques Brel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Certain Ratio,
Barry Ungar,
Terry Callier,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Order,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sparks,
Loose Ends,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warren Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Average White Band,
Guru Guru,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Christie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sister Nancy,
Tears for Fears,
Pagans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Starr,
Quantec,
Ultra Naté,
The Last Poets,
Wally Richardson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arcadia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Byrd,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.