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 Malawi and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Black Sheep to the rap 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Whodini,
Susan Cadogan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terry Callier,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Hill,
Fela Kuti,
The J.B.'s,
Scientists,
Max Romeo,
Flipper,
The Buckinghams,
Lungfish,
Archie Shepp,
Underground Resistance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Finger,
The Offenders,
Mr. Review,
Warren Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
A Certain Ratio,
Bluetip,
Lightning Bolt,
Q and Not U,
K-Klass,
CMW,
Wings,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Mars,
Magazine,
The Gories,
Porter Ricks,
The Standells,
Roger Hodgson,
Surgeon,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camberwell Now,
Judy Mowatt,
Sixth Finger,
Simply Red,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erasure,
Neu!,
Ultra Naté,
Fear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.