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 Guyana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
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 harpsichord 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 Marvin Gaye to the dance 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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barry Ungar,
Slick Rick,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Guru Guru,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marmalade,
Blake Baxter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television,
Bad Manners,
New Order,
Gastr Del Sol,
The United States of America,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angry Samoans,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joensuu 1685,
The Last Poets,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Count Five,
Mark Hollis,
the Association,
Frankie Knuckles,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Y Pants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Carl Craig,
The Stooges,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Urselle,
Chris Corsano,
Bob Dylan,
UT,
Con Funk Shun,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Loose Ends,
EPMD,
Hashim,
Masters at Work,
Camberwell Now,
Second Layer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heaven 17,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Clear Light,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shuggie Otis,
John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.