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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 The Names to the crunk 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Crime,
Vainqueur,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris & Cosey,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sarah Menescal,
Kenny Larkin,
Livin' Joy,
Rufus Thomas,
Sällskapet,
Carl Craig,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
These Immortal Souls,
Accadde A,
Fluxion,
The Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donald Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Womack,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Black Dice,
The Standells,
Joey Negro,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Morten Harket,
Terry Callier,
Laurel Aitken,
Whodini,
Gong,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scratch Acid,
The Litter,
Arthur Verocai,
Monolake,
Mary Jane Girls,
Panda Bear,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doors,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DNA,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Clarke,
the Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Neu!,
The Misunderstood,
Surgeon,
Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Groovy Waters,
Japan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.