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 Tajikistan and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hashim to the jazz 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra,
The Residents,
ABBA,
E-Dancer,
Fugazi,
Ohio Players,
Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Marine Girls,
Cluster,
The Kinks,
Harry Pussy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Von Mondo,
New Order,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Germs,
The Last Poets,
The Cramps,
Blake Baxter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang of Four,
Sight & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Outsiders,
MDC,
Yusef Lateef,
Terry Callier,
Ultravox,
Joensuu 1685,
The Index,
The Trojans,
The Velvet Underground,
Altered Images,
In Retrospect,
U.S. Maple,
Moebius,
Talk Talk,
Mars,
Janne Schatter,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Heaven 17,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric B and Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Womack,
Symarip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris Corsano,
John Cale,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.