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 Cameroon and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Freddie Wadling to the rock 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Interpol,
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brass Construction,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Josef K,
Darondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Sandy B,
Grey Daturas,
Althea and Donna,
The Blackbyrds,
The Martian,
Royal Trux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Searchers,
Sixth Finger,
Slave,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funkadelic,
John Cale,
Pylon,
Andrew Hill,
The Pretty Things,
The Angels of Light,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Toasters,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy Collins,
Vladislav Delay,
Yusef Lateef,
Suicide,
Nick Fraelich,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ludus,
Sound Behaviour,
Qualms,
Matthew Bourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Main Source,
Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oneida,
Smog,
Organ,
Fluxion,
Simply Red,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arcadia,
Kenny Larkin,
The Techniques,
Malaria!,
Ronnie Foster,
Grauzone,
Clear Light,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.