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 Tajikistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cheater Slicks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Byron Stingily,
Ituana,
Joensuu 1685,
Can,
Massinfluence,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heaven 17,
Stetsasonic,
The Birthday Party,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Moon,
Donny Hathaway,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deepchord,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
cv313,
The Gun Club,
Au Pairs,
Inner City,
Los Fastidios,
Kerrie Biddell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fluxion,
Panda Bear,
Sam Rivers,
Niagra,
Joyce Sims,
Aloha Tigers,
The Happenings,
The Slackers,
John Holt,
The Slits,
The Dead C,
CMW,
Gil Scott Heron,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gladiators,
Roxy Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-Ray Spex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minny Pops,
The Toasters,
Ultra Naté,
Fatback Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Interpol,
Gichy Dan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
F. McDonald,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra,
Rakim,
Cameo,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.