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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jawbox,
Inner City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pierre Henry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Easy Going,
X-Ray Spex,
Jandek,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Au Pairs,
Peter & Gordon,
Niagra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June of 44,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Velvet Underground,
Soulsonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Adolescents,
Marmalade,
Chrome,
Tommy Roe,
Unwound,
Hoover,
Brick,
Donald Byrd,
Audionom,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantaleimon,
Moss Icon,
The Selecter,
Man Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minutemen,
E-Dancer,
The Doors,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harmonia,
Eric Copeland,
The Five Americans,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oblivians,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Procol Harum,
The Black Dice,
Goldenarms,
the Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
the Association,
Maleditus Sound,
Boredoms,
Smog,
Ten City,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.