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 Chile and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the electroclash 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Japan,
The Star Department,
Black Sheep,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monochrome Set,
Reagan Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
The Skatalites,
Archie Shepp,
Blancmange,
Black Moon,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Sneak,
Lungfish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Michelle Simonal,
Flipper,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Near,
The Fugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Searchers,
Fad Gadget,
Roger Hodgson,
Faust,
Nirvana,
The American Breed,
Pantytec,
Con Funk Shun,
Flash Fearless,
Pagans,
Pulsallama,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Make Up,
The Residents,
Deadbeat,
Underground Resistance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacques Brel,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Invisible,
Jandek,
The Remains,
Angry Samoans,
EPMD,
John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blake Baxter,
Alice Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Easy Going,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.