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 Guinea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Busters to the jazz 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
EPMD,
Kurtis Blow,
Iggy Pop,
Eric B and Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Kevin Saunderson,
DNA,
Black Bananas,
Faraquet,
The Last Poets,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eli Mardock,
K-Klass,
Skriet,
Shoche,
Arcadia,
The Barracudas,
Sparks,
The Red Krayola,
Aswad,
Unwound,
Lalann,
Public Enemy,
DJ Sneak,
Gichy Dan,
The Cowsills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare,
The Misunderstood,
Supertramp,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faust,
Nik Kershaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Khruangbin,
Sugar Minott,
David Bowie,
Section 25,
Henry Cow,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-102,
Essential Logic,
DJ Style,
The Walker Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smiths,
Fad Gadget,
Anthony Braxton,
Sarah Menescal,
Lungfish,
Joe Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skarface,
Prince Buster,
Sam Rivers,
Charles Mingus,
Peter and Kerry,
Al Stewart,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.