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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Sister Nancy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Anakelly,
Das Ding,
Archie Shepp,
The Moody Blues,
The Techniques,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ten City,
Sam Rivers,
The J.B.'s,
Stereo Dub,
Can,
John Foxx,
The Invisible,
kango's stein massive,
Terry Callier,
Agent Orange,
E-Dancer,
Gichy Dan,
Roxy Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Residents,
Franke,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funkadelic,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Connie Case,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick,
Sandy B,
H. Thieme,
X-102,
Scratch Acid,
Outsiders,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers,
Mark Hollis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Pylon,
World's Most,
Joy Division,
John Holt,
Panda Bear,
Visage,
Essential Logic,
Hasil Adkins,
Whodini,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.