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 Zambia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the electroclash 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Spandau Ballet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantytec,
Neil Young,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultravox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deadbeat,
Iggy Pop,
Funky Four + One,
Q65,
Main Source,
Groovy Waters,
the Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Don Cherry,
World's Most,
Jeru the Damaja,
U.S. Maple,
Sister Nancy,
Aaron Thompson,
La Düsseldorf,
Deakin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Symarip,
The Fuzztones,
The Real Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Liliput,
Subhumans,
Angry Samoans,
Adolescents,
Camouflage,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Massinfluence,
Howard Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Colin Newman,
Sixth Finger,
Animal Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül,
Rekid,
Unwound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delon & Dalcan,
kango's stein massive,
AZ,
Al Stewart,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eve St. Jones,
Japan,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.