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 Dominican Republic and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Procol Harum,
Nas,
Anthony Braxton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oneida,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tears for Fears,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unwound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kayak,
Nils Olav,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chrome,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fad Gadget,
The Raincoats,
Lakeside,
the Fania All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Nik Kershaw,
kango's stein massive,
Quando Quango,
Ludus,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
The Happenings,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gories,
Terry Callier,
The Monochrome Set,
The Martian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Japan,
The Skatalites,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
Tres Demented,
Anakelly,
Shuggie Otis,
Scrapy,
Brothers Johnson,
Marmalade,
Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
DNA,
T. Rex,
Marc Almond,
Ronan,
Smog,
Dave Gahan,
Pantytec,
The Beau Brummels,
U.S. Maple,
Pantaleimon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.