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 Guinea-Bissau and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Television Personalities to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Mills,
World's Most,
Scientists,
The Last Poets,
Altered Images,
Faust,
Bang On A Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Bronski Beat,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joy Division,
Peter and Kerry,
The Kinks,
Bill Wells,
Albert Ayler,
The Residents,
Magazine,
Gong,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rekid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pulsallama,
Ludus,
Dead Boys,
The Trojans,
Marine Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flipper,
Nick Fraelich,
New Age Steppers,
Pagans,
The New Christs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Technova,
Hoover,
Cal Tjader,
Scratch Acid,
The Smoke,
The Move,
H. Thieme,
Tim Buckley,
Alison Limerick,
Cecil Taylor,
La Düsseldorf,
Wings,
The Real Kids,
Model 500,
Dennis Brown,
cv313,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grauzone,
Shoche,
The Dead C,
Grey Daturas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Juan Atkins,
Mantronix,
Wolf Eyes,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.