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 South Sudan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Fire Engines to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul Sonic Force,
Main Source,
John Coltrane,
T. Rex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Slick Rick,
Sarah Menescal,
The Beau Brummels,
Cal Tjader,
Aloha Tigers,
The Five Americans,
Urselle,
The Cowsills,
Minutemen,
Heaven 17,
Sam Rivers,
Desert Stars,
Motorama,
Can,
Agent Orange,
Niagra,
The Durutti Column,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Hill,
Thompson Twins,
Underground Resistance,
Franke,
Wings,
Los Fastidios,
Altered Images,
Fad Gadget,
Mark Hollis,
Outsiders,
Joe Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Standells,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radio Birdman,
Brothers Johnson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barry Ungar,
The Buckinghams,
The Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Letta Mbulu,
Oblivians,
Rekid,
Kayak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Colin Newman,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
Banda Bassotti,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.