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 Norway 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Nirvana,
Motorama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Theoretical Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fuzztones,
Maurizio,
Franke,
Deadbeat,
Drexciya,
Magma,
This Heat,
Scion,
Bill Wells,
Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yaz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lower 48,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pop Group,
Shoche,
Jawbox,
Michelle Simonal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Altered Images,
Marmalade,
Rekid,
Robert Görl,
Unrelated Segments,
La Düsseldorf,
Slave,
Joensuu 1685,
Max Romeo,
the Fania All-Stars,
cv313,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott Heron,
Don Cherry,
Sound Behaviour,
Nik Kershaw,
Delta 5,
Bauhaus,
Mandrill,
The Golliwogs,
Pole,
Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Niagra,
David McCallum,
Bobby Byrd,
Alphaville,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.