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 Yemen and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Chris & Cosey to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Rosa Yemen,
Joey Negro,
Kurtis Blow,
Simply Red,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Bananas,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nirvana,
Barbara Tucker,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Near,
Godley & Creme,
Skarface,
Fat Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
One Last Wish,
Animal Collective,
Tears for Fears,
kango's stein massive,
The Leaves,
Zero Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Althea and Donna,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dead C,
Rites of Spring,
Deepchord,
Main Source,
Con Funk Shun,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Mills,
Sonic Youth,
John Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Stooges,
Mission of Burma,
Mandrill,
Roxy Music,
Darondo,
Buzzcocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glenn Branca,
Section 25,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.