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 Cuba and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 David Bowie to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Monolake,
The Moody Blues,
Amazonics,
The Names,
Brand Nubian,
Anakelly,
Pulsallama,
Hashim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Motions,
Public Enemy,
Simply Red,
Pet Shop Boys,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Y Pants,
Suicide,
Outsiders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bluetip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Cecil Taylor,
Basic Channel,
Youth Brigade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Carl Craig,
Joyce Sims,
June Days,
the Slits,
Von Mondo,
Radio Birdman,
Sonic Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Minutemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boredoms,
Organ,
The Music Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Cameo,
Procol Harum,
Rotary Connection,
The Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Deakin,
Scan 7,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Görl,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Walker Brothers,
John Lydon,
Cymande,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.