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 Samoa and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Trumans Water to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ken Boothe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul II Soul,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra,
David McCallum,
John Holt,
Dennis Brown,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Black Dice,
Brick,
The Remains,
Spandau Ballet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Accadde A,
Iggy Pop,
Josef K,
Hardrive,
Robert Görl,
AZ,
Carl Craig,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
Drexciya,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tommy Roe,
Wasted Youth,
Darondo,
cv313,
John Coltrane,
The Busters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
10cc,
Jandek,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sparks,
Sister Nancy,
Swans,
John Lydon,
The Zeros,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Techniques,
Morten Harket,
Ice-T,
Slick Rick,
Procol Harum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hoover,
Television,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang of Four,
The Vogues,
Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.