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 Canada and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Donald Byrd to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Sun Ra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Adolescents,
Bang On A Can,
Anthony Braxton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lindisfarne,
Heaven 17,
Smog,
Man Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lucky Dragons,
Althea and Donna,
The Monochrome Set,
Bronski Beat,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Womack,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agitation Free,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Camouflage,
Siglo XX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed,
Newcleus,
Gichy Dan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hashim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Inner City,
Aswad,
Mad Mike,
Kenny Larkin,
Brothers Johnson,
Marine Girls,
The Busters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Organ,
Bush Tetras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stiv Bators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
The Leaves,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
KRS-One,
The Gun Club,
Ultravox,
Fatback Band,
Sarah Menescal,
the Bar-Kays,
The Knickerbockers,
Josef K,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.