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 Zambia and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Last Poets to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Dead C,
Vladislav Delay,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skarface,
The Raincoats,
Fatback Band,
Man Parrish,
Urselle,
Lower 48,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gong,
Sällskapet,
Newcleus,
The Birthday Party,
Unwound,
Depeche Mode,
Cluster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Graham Central Station,
Dark Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Los Fastidios,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Hood,
CMW,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Buckinghams,
The American Breed,
The Happenings,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris & Cosey,
Procol Harum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slits,
Drexciya,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Rundgren,
Ornette Coleman,
Hardrive,
Pierre Henry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nico,
Ice-T,
Junior Murvin,
Qualms,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantytec,
The Divine Comedy,
Agitation Free,
Electric Light Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Slave,
Pantaleimon,
Donald Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.