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 India and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gap Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Grey Daturas,
Pantytec,
Ituana,
Hardrive,
Neu!,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Certain Ratio,
Massinfluence,
Bill Near,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kas Product,
Ponytail,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arthur Verocai,
Carl Craig,
The Trojans,
Morten Harket,
The Standells,
Excepter,
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
Robert Hood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fall,
Rakim,
AZ,
Clear Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
the Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reagan Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unwound,
The Misunderstood,
Harry Pussy,
The Zeros,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Flesh Eaters,
Vainqueur,
Deepchord,
Circle Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Flipper,
Alison Limerick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quantec,
Symarip,
Eve St. Jones,
The Last Poets,
Motorama,
Tommy Roe,
JFA,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.