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 San Marino and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the crunk 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hardrive,
The American Breed,
Nirvana,
Todd Terry,
Ultra Naté,
Nils Olav,
Porter Ricks,
Tommy Roe,
Rapeman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacob Miller,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Maurizio,
Funkadelic,
Cluster,
Depeche Mode,
A Certain Ratio,
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Busters,
Ludus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rod Modell,
The Slackers,
Delta 5,
Brand Nubian,
Morten Harket,
Patti Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fortunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiohead,
Aural Exciters,
Pagans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Subhumans,
Yazoo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faust,
The Associates,
Groovy Waters,
Goldenarms,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Pere Ubu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funky Four + One,
The Happenings,
Crash Course in Science,
The Young Rascals,
Deadbeat,
Tres Demented,
The Fall,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.