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 Gabon and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Jandek to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Pole,
Aswad,
Minutemen,
Boredoms,
Cymande,
The Mummies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Letta Mbulu,
Whodini,
Rapeman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
cv313,
Tubeway Army,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Stiv Bators,
La Düsseldorf,
Laurel Aitken,
Supertramp,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gories,
Lou Christie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Hood,
The Divine Comedy,
Niagra,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joy Division,
the Slits,
ABBA,
Colin Newman,
The Blackbyrds,
Camberwell Now,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick May,
The Seeds,
The Count Five,
Ken Boothe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magma,
John Holt,
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
Nils Olav,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Certain Ratio,
Glenn Branca,
Ten City,
OOIOO,
The Offenders,
June of 44,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q and Not U,
Crooked Eye,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.