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 Senegal 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rotary Connection to the dance 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moody Blues,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hashim,
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
Minnie Riperton,
10cc,
Bronski Beat,
Japan,
Pole,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Barracudas,
Roxette,
Idris Muhammad,
Sound Behaviour,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
Boredoms,
Hoover,
Bobby Womack,
Moss Icon,
Wire,
Heaven 17,
Pulsallama,
Vladislav Delay,
Mantronix,
Zapp,
Dead Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television Personalities,
L. Decosne,
Accadde A,
Yaz,
The Toasters,
DJ Sneak,
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Malaria!,
Erasure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Urselle,
Loose Ends,
Fugazi,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oblivians,
Graham Central Station,
Sixth Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Make Up,
Second Layer,
John Cale,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.