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 Japan and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sound Behaviour to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Symarip,
Lee Hazlewood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ponytail,
Minor Threat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hoover,
Robert Wyatt,
New York Dolls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Normal,
Technova,
Silicon Teens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
The Associates,
Bobby Sherman,
The Leaves,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Finger,
Henry Cow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Animal Collective,
The Gladiators,
Michelle Simonal,
Reuben Wilson,
Eli Mardock,
Audionom,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The American Breed,
Sugar Minott,
Heaven 17,
Moby Grape,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Bourne,
John Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
The Music Machine,
The J.B.'s,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brothers Johnson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
a-ha,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sparks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Howard Jones,
Arab on Radar,
Donald Byrd,
Supertramp,
Bootsy Collins,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed,
The Evens,
The Divine Comedy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Underground Resistance,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.