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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Dead C to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Minny Pops,
Scan 7,
Franke,
Lungfish,
Lightning Bolt,
Erasure,
The Buckinghams,
Agent Orange,
Harry Pussy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Hood,
Alton Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monks,
Soul II Soul,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jawbox,
ABC,
Slave,
Wings,
Bang On A Can,
Sällskapet,
Model 500,
Flipper,
Wally Richardson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Almond,
The Wake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Prince Buster,
Average White Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T. Rex,
Idris Muhammad,
H. Thieme,
OOIOO,
Fat Boys,
Mandrill,
Drexciya,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Black Dice,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Schoolly D,
Index,
Boredoms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rakim,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.