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 Nicaragua and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Yaz to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Lyres,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash,
Royal Trux,
Lindisfarne,
Barrington Levy,
Al Stewart,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Residents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
Eli Mardock,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
Sight & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Livin' Joy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quantec,
Soulsonic Force,
Intrusion,
Agitation Free,
Jerry's Kids,
Henry Cow,
Yellowson,
Lou Christie,
Boredoms,
Susan Cadogan,
Bad Manners,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scratch Acid,
Ossler,
Robert Wyatt,
Oneida,
Porter Ricks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Japan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Curtis Mayfield,
L. Decosne,
The Dirtbombs,
Fluxion,
Moebius,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brass Construction,
Slick Rick,
Mad Mike,
Sex Pistols,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fugazi,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Moon,
Absolute Body Control,
Ponytail,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.