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 Libya and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Pharoah Sanders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Janne Schatter,
The Pretty Things,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mad Mike,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Suburban Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Dawn Penn,
Jandek,
Little Man,
OOIOO,
Scion,
The Mojo Men,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
Carl Craig,
Dennis Brown,
Minor Threat,
Television,
Moebius,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Alison Limerick,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Wake,
Radio Birdman,
Ice-T,
Surgeon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aaron Thompson,
The Seeds,
Josef K,
Subhumans,
The Human League,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Swans,
Organ,
JFA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marmalade,
Sister Nancy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MDC,
The Kinks,
Intrusion,
Theoretical Girls,
Oblivians,
Parry Music,
Rapeman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scan 7,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.