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 Cyprus and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Nas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Judy Mowatt,
Technova,
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Minny Pops,
Fear,
Kas Product,
The Cramps,
The United States of America,
Gabor Szabo,
Organ,
Sandy B,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Terry,
The Last Poets,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smoke,
Harry Pussy,
UT,
The Stooges,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Bananas,
Animal Collective,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick Morgan,
Harmonia,
June Days,
The Leaves,
Flamin' Groovies,
OOIOO,
Bobby Sherman,
Qualms,
Iggy Pop,
World's Most,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Mills,
Skaos,
Yazoo,
The Buckinghams,
Easy Going,
Mission of Burma,
Slick Rick,
Fluxion,
Heaven 17,
Siglo XX,
Unrelated Segments,
Main Source,
Dual Sessions,
Mo-Dettes,
The Move,
Niagra,
Robert Hood,
New Order,
Sex Pistols,
Althea and Donna,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.