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 Mozambique and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Leaves to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Stetsasonic,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Lungfish,
Jeff Mills,
The Fugs,
Isaac Hayes,
The Invisible,
Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Barry Ungar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Toasters,
Newcleus,
Tears for Fears,
The Young Rascals,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dawn Penn,
Camberwell Now,
Visage,
Goldenarms,
Sam Rivers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donald Byrd,
The Doors,
Ituana,
Aaron Thompson,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scion,
Gastr Del Sol,
H. Thieme,
The Zeros,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warsaw,
The Cure,
The Last Poets,
Oblivians,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ludus,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Residents,
Mission of Burma,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arab on Radar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funky Four + One,
The Walker Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Crime,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Beau Brummels,
Piero Umiliani,
Bauhaus,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.