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 Mozambique and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Von Mondo,
Alison Limerick,
Zapp,
Connie Case,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Starr,
Yellowson,
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis,
Juan Atkins,
Scan 7,
Sällskapet,
Barry Ungar,
Depeche Mode,
Jawbox,
Marine Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Intrusion,
Blake Baxter,
Khruangbin,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Style,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
The Residents,
Scion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Archie Shepp,
Kas Product,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Guru Guru,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Panda Bear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stereo Dub,
Arab on Radar,
cv313,
Moby Grape,
Crime,
Bush Tetras,
Terrestrial Tones,
China Crisis,
Crash Course in Science,
Youth Brigade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Green,
Drexciya,
Royal Trux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
The Names,
Derrick May,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.