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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grime 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
the Association,
In Retrospect,
The Neon Judgement,
Stetsasonic,
Malaria!,
Excepter,
Von Mondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Lynne,
Parry Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New York Dolls,
The Human League,
Brass Construction,
June of 44,
Dead Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erykah Badu,
Connie Case,
Glambeats Corp.,
Guru Guru,
Gang Starr,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cymande,
Sarah Menescal,
The Count Five,
Inner City,
Sixth Finger,
Ponytail,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blossom Toes,
Joey Negro,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
Kas Product,
Black Pus,
Wolf Eyes,
Joensuu 1685,
Theoretical Girls,
Crime,
Outsiders,
X-101,
Marc Almond,
Fugazi,
Interpol,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Make Up,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kenny Larkin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.