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 Lesotho and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 China Crisis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Janne Schatter,
Y Pants,
Zapp,
Toni Rubio,
Donny Hathaway,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
a-ha,
ABBA,
The Saints,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gladiators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Green,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David McCallum,
Neu!,
Subhumans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Main Source,
Outsiders,
The Stooges,
Television,
Procol Harum,
Bush Tetras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Flag,
Freddie Wadling,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hardrive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
Drexciya,
F. McDonald,
Bluetip,
Rites of Spring,
New Age Steppers,
Swell Maps,
Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mars,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Terry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bad Manners,
Simply Red,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Yellowson,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.