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 Niger and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Hashim to the electroclash 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Severed Heads,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fugazi,
Traffic Nightmare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deakin,
Skriet,
Crime,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Whodini,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kas Product,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wolf Eyes,
Malaria!,
Buzzcocks,
This Heat,
Roxy Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Finger,
The Raincoats,
Sandy B,
Donald Byrd,
The Remains,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neu!,
Sixth Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skarface,
John Foxx,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick May,
Angry Samoans,
Bauhaus,
X-101,
Idris Muhammad,
The Toasters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mo-Dettes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Velvet Underground,
Flash Fearless,
Motorama,
The Durutti Column,
Ituana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Enemy,
Janne Schatter,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.