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 Solomon Islands and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aural Exciters 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
E-Dancer,
Eric Copeland,
Sam Rivers,
Mark Hollis,
Juan Atkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vainqueur,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Franke,
Roy Ayers,
The Velvet Underground,
Terry Callier,
Michelle Simonal,
Yusef Lateef,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neu!,
Reagan Youth,
Faraquet,
Public Enemy,
The Durutti Column,
The Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Janne Schatter,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monks,
The Slits,
The Young Rascals,
The Gladiators,
Freddie Wadling,
Anthony Braxton,
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four,
Dead Boys,
Drexciya,
The Last Poets,
Spandau Ballet,
Moby Grape,
Index,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Hood,
Crooked Eye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scientists,
The Busters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angry Samoans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Davy DMX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Loose Ends,
Carl Craig,
H. Thieme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.