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 Cape Verde and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gong to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Outsiders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker,
Technova,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Star Department,
Panda Bear,
Lower 48,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cymande,
Graham Central Station,
the Swans,
The Motions,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers,
Juan Atkins,
X-101,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Starr,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smoke,
Wire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camberwell Now,
Silicon Teens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kayak,
Wings,
Eli Mardock,
Yazoo,
Moby Grape,
Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick Morgan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swans,
Little Man,
Charles Mingus,
the Normal,
Procol Harum,
Sound Behaviour,
The Wake,
Henry Cow,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Style,
The Velvet Underground,
The Selecter,
Inner City,
Funky Four + One,
Lindisfarne,
John Foxx,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fortunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.