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 Honduras and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Carl Craig to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boredoms,
Severed Heads,
the Bar-Kays,
Tubeway Army,
The Dead C,
Sandy B,
Nils Olav,
Tommy Roe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siglo XX,
Make Up,
Popol Vuh,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Lakeside,
Dave Gahan,
Khruangbin,
Slick Rick,
Godley & Creme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DNA,
The Blackbyrds,
X-101,
Barbara Tucker,
Mandrill,
Rekid,
The Saints,
Scan 7,
Black Pus,
The Martian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rapeman,
Simply Red,
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liliput,
Motorama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quadrant,
E-Dancer,
Junior Murvin,
Sonic Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yellowson,
Cameo,
World's Most,
Kaleidoscope,
The Stooges,
Rod Modell,
Yaz,
R.M.O.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.