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 Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Massinfluence to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Jacques Brel,
Monks,
Mandrill,
Johnny Clarke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skaos,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Can,
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Gap Band,
Animal Collective,
Josef K,
Television Personalities,
Wasted Youth,
Alphaville,
Alice Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
The Searchers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Junior Murvin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Groovy Waters,
Gabor Szabo,
Roger Hodgson,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Womack,
Colin Newman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zapp,
Harmonia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Sheep,
Talk Talk,
Country Teasers,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Desert Stars,
Yaz,
Livin' Joy,
Fear,
Popol Vuh,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skarface,
The Buckinghams,
Parry Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hot Snakes,
Essential Logic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gong,
Mary Jane Girls,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.