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 Montenegro and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sam Rivers,
Sixth Finger,
Al Stewart,
June of 44,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alphaville,
Minutemen,
The Angels of Light,
The Star Department,
Joe Finger,
Scion,
Bush Tetras,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agitation Free,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Fraelich,
Blancmange,
Crooked Eye,
Tres Demented,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Parrish,
ABC,
Gang Starr,
Warren Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Massinfluence,
Idris Muhammad,
World's Most,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ossler,
Pierre Henry,
Absolute Body Control,
The Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Camberwell Now,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Niagra,
Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Leaves,
Albert Ayler,
Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Skatalites,
Fela Kuti,
Urselle,
The Monochrome Set,
Cluster,
Severed Heads,
Bill Near,
Television,
Sandy B,
Guru Guru,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.