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 Finland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Yazoo to the rock 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza 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 grunge 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Bobby Byrd,
Wire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dark Day,
Drexciya,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Intrusion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Carl Craig,
Jandek,
Crispian St. Peters,
Main Source,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fall,
Isaac Hayes,
Severed Heads,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quando Quango,
The Walker Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Sherman,
Mandrill,
Brick,
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lower 48,
Bang On A Can,
Joyce Sims,
Buzzcocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sixth Finger,
Whodini,
Bluetip,
Boredoms,
The Standells,
The Modern Lovers,
Urselle,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Womack,
Brass Construction,
Grey Daturas,
The Motions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Piero Umiliani,
Simply Red,
Man Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.