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 Dominican Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül II to the grime 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Swans,
Model 500,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlback,
AZ,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
Pierre Henry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Altered Images,
Swans,
Half Japanese,
Lower 48,
Dennis Brown,
Skarface,
Black Sheep,
Ten City,
the Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
The Wake,
Smog,
Darondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deadbeat,
Das Ding,
Mo-Dettes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Inner City,
The Neon Judgement,
Basic Channel,
The Birthday Party,
X-102,
Siglo XX,
Man Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül,
The Fortunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Mad Mike,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerri Chandler,
U.S. Maple,
The Pretty Things,
Mars,
Avey Tare,
Idris Muhammad,
David Bowie,
Nick Fraelich,
Parry Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Animal Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Don Cherry,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.