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 Nauru and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
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 arpeggiator 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 Sonics to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Sight & Sound,
Smog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Animal Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
The New Christs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rites of Spring,
Carl Craig,
Donny Hathaway,
Fluxion,
The Associates,
Judy Mowatt,
Half Japanese,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T. Rex,
The Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare,
Heaven 17,
Blake Baxter,
The Smoke,
Von Mondo,
China Crisis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cybotron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
Scion,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
Oblivians,
DNA,
Lucky Dragons,
Motorama,
Nils Olav,
CMW,
Rakim,
The Invisible,
The Knickerbockers,
Harmonia,
The Raincoats,
Charles Mingus,
Janne Schatter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hashim,
Junior Murvin,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Bananas,
Unrelated Segments,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terry Callier,
Yaz,
Visage,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.