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 Bangladesh 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Kurtis Blow to the electroclash 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Archie Shepp,
Letta Mbulu,
Ice-T,
The Move,
Bill Wells,
The Human League,
Dave Gahan,
Radiohead,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boredoms,
A Certain Ratio,
Sixth Finger,
Bush Tetras,
John Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Bar-Kays,
Joy Division,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mark Hollis,
X-102,
Tommy Roe,
Negative Approach,
Leonard Cohen,
Yusef Lateef,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Angels of Light,
Fugazi,
Hoover,
the Normal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television,
Moss Icon,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Urselle,
Can,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Mills,
Guru Guru,
Eddi Front,
X-101,
The Beau Brummels,
Essential Logic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Japan,
Alphaville,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DNA,
June Days,
Minor Threat,
Albert Ayler,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.