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 Tajikistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deadbeat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
The Durutti Column,
Guru Guru,
Isaac Hayes,
Harry Pussy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Circle Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantytec,
The Neon Judgement,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Young Rascals,
Sight & Sound,
Connie Case,
Animal Collective,
the Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Pagans,
Man Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
Scientists,
Scan 7,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
D'Angelo,
Cecil Taylor,
Outsiders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siglo XX,
the Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
AZ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter & Gordon,
The Toasters,
The Birthday Party,
Wings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Dolphy,
Unrelated Segments,
Brick,
Lucky Dragons,
Sister Nancy,
The Stooges,
Prince Buster,
Khruangbin,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moody Blues,
X-102,
Davy DMX,
Tommy Roe,
New Age Steppers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q65,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.