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 Mauritania and from Calgary.
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 Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 Quadrant to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Wolf Eyes,
Grauzone,
Urselle,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Copeland,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxette,
Howard Jones,
Gichy Dan,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Wells,
Todd Terry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dual Sessions,
The Cure,
48th St. Collective,
The Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacob Miller,
Skarface,
X-101,
Fad Gadget,
Lungfish,
Siglo XX,
Section 25,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maurizio,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Busters,
The Mummies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Groovy Waters,
Eurythmics,
Motorama,
Supertramp,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül II,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Hardrive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Skatalites,
Television,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smoke,
The Selecter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Red Krayola,
Nico,
Cluster,
Tubeway Army,
Rapeman,
Yaz,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.