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 Cape Verde and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Drexciya to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
kango's stein massive,
The Skatalites,
Yazoo,
Rod Modell,
Bill Wells,
The Gun Club,
China Crisis,
Barbara Tucker,
the Germs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Raincoats,
Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pylon,
Colin Newman,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Charles Mingus,
Peter and Kerry,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lyres,
Porter Ricks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Smog,
The Moleskins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hot Snakes,
the Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Womack,
Silicon Teens,
The Fugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stetsasonic,
The Young Rascals,
Curtis Mayfield,
Essential Logic,
Chrome,
Arthur Verocai,
Kenny Larkin,
Outsiders,
Agitation Free,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yellowson,
Section 25,
The Stooges,
Heaven 17,
Carl Craig,
The Zeros,
Ponytail,
Minutemen,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.