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 Kenya and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wolf Eyes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
John Holt,
Marvin Gaye,
Nils Olav,
Aswad,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fortunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Godley & Creme,
The Offenders,
Minutemen,
The Fuzztones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faraquet,
Camberwell Now,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lucky Dragons,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Sneak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ice-T,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Almond,
Silicon Teens,
Sun City Girls,
the Swans,
Alphaville,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Qualms,
The Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
The United States of America,
John Foxx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Stooges,
Thompson Twins,
Radiohead,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
Maurizio,
Fatback Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Symarip,
Glenn Branca,
Parry Music,
Sparks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vladislav Delay,
Desert Stars,
Reagan Youth,
DNA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
Hashim,
Deakin,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.