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 Norway and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 CMW to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Marvin Gaye,
Accadde A,
Letta Mbulu,
Josef K,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Shoche,
Archie Shepp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Hill,
Lalann,
China Crisis,
Bush Tetras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Trumans Water,
The American Breed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Faust,
Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
Inner City,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Altered Images,
Audionom,
48th St. Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
Byron Stingily,
The Pretty Things,
The Black Dice,
Sun City Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echospace,
Neu!,
The Zeros,
B.T. Express,
Average White Band,
Tres Demented,
Cybotron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-Ray Spex,
June Days,
Robert Wyatt,
The Raincoats,
Sister Nancy,
Henry Cow,
Sixth Finger,
Subhumans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.