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 Zimbabwe and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rap 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
This Heat,
The Angels of Light,
DNA,
The Fuzztones,
kango's stein massive,
Black Pus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Archie Shepp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scrapy,
LL Cool J,
The Barracudas,
Fat Boys,
Amazonics,
The Misunderstood,
Stockholm Monsters,
The J.B.'s,
The Evens,
Ronnie Foster,
UT,
Graham Central Station,
Connie Case,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minnie Riperton,
Lucky Dragons,
Cal Tjader,
Albert Ayler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Tommy Roe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sarah Menescal,
Barrington Levy,
Alison Limerick,
D'Angelo,
The Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Wyatt,
T. Rex,
Adolescents,
Chrome,
Flipper,
Quantec,
Scott Walker,
Davy DMX,
Todd Rundgren,
Charles Mingus,
X-Ray Spex,
Interpol,
Neu!,
Morten Harket,
Chris & Cosey,
Mantronix,
Kerri Chandler,
Crime,
Joe Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.