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 Tonga and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Remains to the crunk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Eric Dolphy,
Zapp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Porter Ricks,
Boz Scaggs,
Ituana,
Spoonie Gee,
Franke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The United States of America,
Main Source,
Hasil Adkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tommy Roe,
Fluxion,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deadbeat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camouflage,
Lightning Bolt,
Kaleidoscope,
Minutemen,
In Retrospect,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
David Axelrod,
B.T. Express,
Bang On A Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
The Trojans,
Joey Negro,
The New Christs,
Eli Mardock,
John Foxx,
Cal Tjader,
Ice-T,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Style,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
Scientists,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Sonics,
Neil Young,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Trumans Water,
Severed Heads,
Sandy B,
Charles Mingus,
Sparks,
Simply Red,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.