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 Liechtenstein and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Robert Wyatt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barbara Tucker,
Ponytail,
Trumans Water,
Soft Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Average White Band,
Livin' Joy,
The Standells,
JFA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ,
Eurythmics,
Lou Christie,
Vladislav Delay,
Frankie Knuckles,
Patti Smith,
Q65,
OOIOO,
Excepter,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Schoolly D,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joyce Sims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Teasers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Second Layer,
the Germs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ice-T,
Icehouse,
Newcleus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
These Immortal Souls,
Pussy Galore,
The Victims,
Chrome,
KRS-One,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Copeland,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Stooges,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick Morgan,
Lindisfarne,
Kas Product,
Sugar Minott,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Halsall,
Sarah Menescal,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.