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 Korea North and from New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Cheater Slicks to the grime 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Cecil Taylor,
PIL,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eddi Front,
L. Decosne,
The Red Krayola,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deepchord,
the Swans,
Easy Going,
Banda Bassotti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Black Dice,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Wyatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mars,
Moby Grape,
New Order,
Make Up,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Buzzcocks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Invisible,
The Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gladiators,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Move,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brick,
MDC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camouflage,
Pylon,
Alison Limerick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pierre Henry,
Morten Harket,
Livin' Joy,
Alice Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Eli Mardock,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gap Band,
Black Flag,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
E-Dancer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fela Kuti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Japan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.