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 Taiwan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 The Blackbyrds to the jazz 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Jawbox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Henry Cow,
Scrapy,
Nik Kershaw,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Dolphy,
Agitation Free,
Kerri Chandler,
UT,
Arcadia,
The Remains,
Man Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q and Not U,
Liliput,
The Smoke,
Juan Atkins,
The Black Dice,
Minny Pops,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anakelly,
June Days,
Goldenarms,
Suicide,
Cymande,
Sam Rivers,
Angry Samoans,
The Angels of Light,
Surgeon,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Althea and Donna,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Toasters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joensuu 1685,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Sheep,
Sound Behaviour,
Archie Shepp,
Public Enemy,
Susan Cadogan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Can,
Alphaville,
Pulsallama,
The Doors,
Rekid,
The Fall,
Lower 48,
Kerrie Biddell,
K-Klass,
The Leaves,
Sonny Sharrock,
Groovy Waters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.