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 South Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 K-Klass to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Scrapy,
David McCallum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Desert Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Accadde A,
Brand Nubian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Parrish,
DNA,
The Leaves,
Alice Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Black Sheep,
Wasted Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Half Japanese,
Anthony Braxton,
Faust,
Blancmange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Yazoo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Mills,
D'Angelo,
Soft Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
The Skatalites,
Bronski Beat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radio Birdman,
Sound Behaviour,
The Standells,
Joey Negro,
Marshall Jefferson,
Circle Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico,
Avey Tare,
Trumans Water,
This Heat,
Index,
Roger Hodgson,
The Associates,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rod Modell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joy Division,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.