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 Lesotho and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wasted Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Arcadia,
Cal Tjader,
The Music Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Durutti Column,
Hot Snakes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sex Pistols,
Bluetip,
Alice Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Barrington Levy,
the Swans,
Minutemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Donald Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Alison Limerick,
Magma,
Cecil Taylor,
X-101,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The J.B.'s,
The Star Department,
Outsiders,
Piero Umiliani,
Unwound,
Nirvana,
Eddi Front,
Godley & Creme,
The Toasters,
Matthew Bourne,
Kayak,
Dark Day,
Intrusion,
In Retrospect,
Erykah Badu,
Wasted Youth,
Moss Icon,
Warren Ellis,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faraquet,
F. McDonald,
Motorama,
The Moleskins,
R.M.O.,
Shoche,
Bobby Sherman,
Al Stewart,
Rotary Connection,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tubeway Army,
The Happenings,
Howard Jones,
Sandy B,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.