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 Chad and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Fela Kuti to the rock 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Reagan Youth,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Bourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pagans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Davy DMX,
The Cure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Japan,
The Music Machine,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Style,
The Smoke,
The Black Dice,
the Human League,
The Saints,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Howard Jones,
China Crisis,
Gang of Four,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deakin,
The J.B.'s,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Birthday Party,
Arcadia,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funkadelic,
Fad Gadget,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Rekid,
L. Decosne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Babytalk,
Joy Division,
The Happenings,
Swell Maps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tim Buckley,
One Last Wish,
10cc,
The Cramps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harry Pussy,
This Heat,
The Vogues,
Motorama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Panda Bear,
Chris Corsano,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.