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 Iraq and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aloha Tigers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Deakin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül II,
DNA,
Section 25,
cv313,
Little Man,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
LL Cool J,
ABC,
Johnny Clarke,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Move,
Flash Fearless,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Neon Judgement,
Be Bop Deluxe,
F. McDonald,
Reagan Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kas Product,
Yellowson,
Average White Band,
Lindisfarne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Wally Richardson,
FM Einheit,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Henry Cow,
Nirvana,
Unrelated Segments,
Index,
UT,
Graham Central Station,
The Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Eve St. Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Wire,
The Young Rascals,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Mills,
Outsiders,
Motorama,
Arthur Verocai,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
The Gories,
Nik Kershaw,
The Associates,
Heaven 17,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ossler,
Thompson Twins,
Chrome,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.