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 Israel and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins 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?
Bad Manners,
Max Romeo,
Gong,
Little Man,
The Wake,
Marc Almond,
R.M.O.,
The Litter,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mojo Men,
Radiohead,
Judy Mowatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Whodini,
Lightning Bolt,
Alton Ellis,
Audionom,
The Misunderstood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Swans,
Half Japanese,
Joensuu 1685,
Prince Buster,
The Music Machine,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Section 25,
Mars,
The Standells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Visage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nico,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mark Hollis,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pagans,
Davy DMX,
Sight & Sound,
Pulsallama,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pierre Henry,
Fela Kuti,
Basic Channel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Charles Mingus,
Isaac Hayes,
Masters at Work,
Blossom Toes,
Grey Daturas,
Nils Olav,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.