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 Niger and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Goldenarms to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Rod Modell,
Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Flash Fearless,
Ludus,
The Red Krayola,
Lyres,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gladiators,
Scrapy,
Inner City,
Porter Ricks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mantronix,
Robert Wyatt,
Ken Boothe,
The Durutti Column,
The Trojans,
Talk Talk,
The Martian,
Hashim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fugazi,
The Evens,
The Cowsills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Josef K,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers,
Con Funk Shun,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slits,
The Associates,
Moby Grape,
Quando Quango,
Skriet,
The Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
Average White Band,
The Buckinghams,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Divine Comedy,
Sandy B,
Metal Thangz,
Ronan,
Mandrill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skaos,
Underground Resistance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
One Last Wish,
Negative Approach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pierre Henry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.