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 Peru and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Faraquet to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti 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?
Adolescents,
World's Most,
Hashim,
Sight & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Schoolly D,
Todd Terry,
Thee Headcoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fall,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Halsall,
Yellowson,
Darondo,
AZ,
Ponytail,
Ultimate Spinach,
K-Klass,
the Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Eddi Front,
James White and The Blacks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cybotron,
The Monochrome Set,
The Associates,
Kevin Saunderson,
The J.B.'s,
Black Sheep,
Swell Maps,
Saccharine Trust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Last Poets,
John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reagan Youth,
Minny Pops,
Animal Collective,
JFA,
Mr. Review,
Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Delta 5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aural Exciters,
Joensuu 1685,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Accadde A,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suicide,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter and Kerry,
Tears for Fears,
Con Funk Shun,
The Zeros,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.