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 Mali and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Idris Muhammad to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Carl Craig,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Sneak,
Average White Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Remains,
Japan,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17,
Tres Demented,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Young Rascals,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tubeway Army,
The Evens,
Soul II Soul,
Ossler,
The Fugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang of Four,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra,
New York Dolls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arab on Radar,
JFA,
The Golliwogs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chrome,
Pere Ubu,
Sam Rivers,
Unwound,
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sound Behaviour,
The New Christs,
The Selecter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vladislav Delay,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Accadde A,
Yazoo,
Pylon,
X-Ray Spex,
Jandek,
Magma,
Gabor Szabo,
Spoonie Gee,
Rites of Spring,
Surgeon,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.