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 Zambia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Dave Clark Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Drexciya,
Donny Hathaway,
MC5,
Audionom,
The Happenings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
In Retrospect,
Urselle,
The Angels of Light,
Faraquet,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlback,
Prince Buster,
Ten City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dead Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Sparks,
Boredoms,
Juan Atkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
KRS-One,
Zapp,
Symarip,
Laurel Aitken,
Barbara Tucker,
Albert Ayler,
Franke,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers,
Sugar Minott,
Mission of Burma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fall,
Mantronix,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantytec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Archie Shepp,
Slave,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erasure,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Durutti Column,
Pierre Henry,
Rapeman,
Pantaleimon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ponytail,
Crime,
Black Bananas,
The Searchers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.