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 Afghanistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Electric Prunes to the funk 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Star Department,
Lungfish,
Scan 7,
Maleditus Sound,
Section 25,
The United States of America,
Pantaleimon,
Audionom,
The J.B.'s,
Minny Pops,
Barbara Tucker,
The Vogues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sight & Sound,
Harmonia,
The Buckinghams,
Altered Images,
Andrew Hill,
Spoonie Gee,
The Durutti Column,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fugazi,
Main Source,
Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doors,
Skriet,
Hoover,
Funkadelic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mission of Burma,
Tubeway Army,
The Moleskins,
Marmalade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Can,
Bobby Sherman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Young Rascals,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fatback Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Skaos,
Wire,
Bauhaus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
R.M.O.,
Hashim,
KRS-One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.