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 Armenia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Joey Negro to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Eurythmics,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Television Personalities,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funky Four + One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scrapy,
James White and The Blacks,
OOIOO,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arcadia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Laurel Aitken,
Scratch Acid,
U.S. Maple,
Duran Duran,
Juan Atkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rosa Yemen,
Ken Boothe,
Ossler,
Fluxion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moss Icon,
Black Pus,
Funkadelic,
Black Moon,
Fatback Band,
Carl Craig,
Roxette,
the Association,
The Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mark Hollis,
Deadbeat,
Todd Rundgren,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Barracudas,
Letta Mbulu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monolake,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Martian,
The Fall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wings,
Colin Newman,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.