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 Algeria and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the punk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Angry Samoans,
Skarface,
Amazonics,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Franke,
Aloha Tigers,
The Offenders,
Rapeman,
Ohio Players,
Joensuu 1685,
the Germs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick Morgan,
Livin' Joy,
Maurizio,
Make Up,
Vainqueur,
The Techniques,
Wasted Youth,
Au Pairs,
Blossom Toes,
Hashim,
Pere Ubu,
Groovy Waters,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs,
Dual Sessions,
ABBA,
The Fortunes,
The Cure,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mummies,
Robert Hood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Prince Buster,
cv313,
Barrington Levy,
Brass Construction,
The Invisible,
Pierre Henry,
Smog,
The Last Poets,
Erasure,
The Walker Brothers,
Fatback Band,
The Leaves,
Blancmange,
Bob Dylan,
Quantec,
Unwound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Japan,
Johnny Clarke,
Barry Ungar,
Dead Boys,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.