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 Somalia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Lower 48 to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Victims,
U.S. Maple,
Darondo,
Ken Boothe,
Letta Mbulu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Porter Ricks,
The Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Underground Resistance,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sex Pistols,
The Modern Lovers,
Boz Scaggs,
Nico,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Inner City,
Mantronix,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül II,
Minutemen,
Aural Exciters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Iggy Pop,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mummies,
Marine Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Mark Hollis,
Jandek,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quantec,
The Birthday Party,
the Soft Cell,
Sparks,
John Lydon,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smoke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fela Kuti,
Slave,
Todd Terry,
Guru Guru,
K-Klass,
Marmalade,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glenn Branca,
Juan Atkins,
Pere Ubu,
Arcadia,
Sonic Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.