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 Kazakhstan and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Marmalade to the crunk 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy Collins,
June of 44,
Derrick May,
Bill Wells,
Harry Pussy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare,
The Smoke,
The Associates,
Joyce Sims,
The Offenders,
Sam Rivers,
The Knickerbockers,
Au Pairs,
Josef K,
Toni Rubio,
Altered Images,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ohio Players,
Bang On A Can,
Severed Heads,
The Slits,
Magazine,
Prince Buster,
The Slackers,
The Monks,
Al Stewart,
Q and Not U,
Patti Smith,
cv313,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sixth Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Jandek,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masters at Work,
The Fortunes,
Lower 48,
The Neon Judgement,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The American Breed,
Harmonia,
Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
The Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
The Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.