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 Jordan and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 the Sonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Desert Stars,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultravox,
Wasted Youth,
MDC,
Colin Newman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lightning Bolt,
Guru Guru,
John Foxx,
T. Rex,
Agitation Free,
Reagan Youth,
The Mummies,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Enemy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marmalade,
Unwound,
Bill Wells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fear,
Eddi Front,
Davy DMX,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
cv313,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mad Mike,
Carl Craig,
Monks,
Magazine,
Susan Cadogan,
Audionom,
Joey Negro,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fela Kuti,
Jawbox,
The Move,
Japan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The United States of America,
Babytalk,
Albert Ayler,
Lakeside,
Blake Baxter,
Erykah Badu,
Sex Pistols,
Neu!,
Talk Talk,
The Leaves,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Arcadia,
Aloha Tigers,
Mantronix,
the Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Half Japanese,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.