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 Montenegro and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
UT,
Godley & Creme,
Ultra Naté,
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz,
The Slackers,
Bobby Byrd,
Pylon,
Mr. Review,
FM Einheit,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jandek,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Victims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arthur Verocai,
the Germs,
Con Funk Shun,
Traffic Nightmare,
Adolescents,
The Names,
John Cale,
Franke,
Wally Richardson,
Tommy Roe,
Talk Talk,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skriet,
Nils Olav,
The Blackbyrds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Style,
Outsiders,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
The Index,
Wasted Youth,
The Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dennis Brown,
Brass Construction,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hoover,
The Pop Group,
the Association,
The Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Bad Manners,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.