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 Japan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Sixth Finger to the electroclash 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scan 7,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gap Band,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delta 5,
Ken Boothe,
Sound Behaviour,
Pagans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Subhumans,
Deepchord,
Don Cherry,
Supertramp,
Cal Tjader,
The Mummies,
A Certain Ratio,
Juan Atkins,
Stereo Dub,
Idris Muhammad,
Outsiders,
Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
Glenn Branca,
Gichy Dan,
Inner City,
Clear Light,
CMW,
the Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kayak,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dirtbombs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
The Techniques,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Hasil Adkins,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter and Kerry,
Main Source,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Sonics,
10cc,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unrelated Segments,
The Remains,
LL Cool J,
Animal Collective,
Anakelly,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
David McCallum,
Buzzcocks,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.