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 Romania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fela Kuti to the techno 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Khruangbin,
Lungfish,
Kerri Chandler,
E-Dancer,
Sam Rivers,
The Fugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Martian,
Accadde A,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
China Crisis,
Mission of Burma,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Hill,
Connie Case,
Q and Not U,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gun Club,
Hardrive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nik Kershaw,
Blancmange,
The Fortunes,
B.T. Express,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Evens,
Mr. Review,
Anakelly,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scan 7,
Johnny Clarke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maleditus Sound,
Terry Callier,
Fela Kuti,
Alton Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monks,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed,
Agitation Free,
Todd Terry,
Anthony Braxton,
Davy DMX,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
The Dave Clark Five,
10cc,
Black Pus,
Suicide,
Negative Approach,
Mad Mike,
James White and The Blacks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slackers,
Lakeside,
Nils Olav,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.