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 Jamaica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Massinfluence to the jazz 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Saints,
Young Marble Giants,
Siglo XX,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cecil Taylor,
Warsaw,
Todd Terry,
Pulsallama,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun City Girls,
Faust,
Bush Tetras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heaven 17,
The Shadows of Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Section 25,
the Association,
Jacob Miller,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Mills,
Scratch Acid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Copeland,
Gabor Szabo,
Yazoo,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
Unrelated Segments,
Idris Muhammad,
B.T. Express,
Lyres,
Toni Rubio,
Deadbeat,
Sixth Finger,
Don Cherry,
Rekid,
The Pretty Things,
Agent Orange,
Anakelly,
Bill Near,
Man Parrish,
The Stooges,
Marc Almond,
Juan Atkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Cluster,
Cybotron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fall,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.