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 Pakistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lungfish to the electroclash 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
DNA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Rundgren,
Parry Music,
Motorama,
Scan 7,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Index,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The J.B.'s,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Mills,
X-101,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Clarke,
Saccharine Trust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Porter Ricks,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers,
The Stooges,
Bobby Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grauzone,
MDC,
Sonic Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Jacob Miller,
Lucky Dragons,
Junior Murvin,
Cecil Taylor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Walker Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Niagra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Newcleus,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
The Invisible,
Harry Pussy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantytec,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sarah Menescal,
Mad Mike,
Pole,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.