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 the UAE 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Victims to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Yusef Lateef,
Public Enemy,
Lou Christie,
The Mummies,
Flipper,
Alice Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faust,
Marvin Gaye,
Godley & Creme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rufus Thomas,
David Bowie,
Delta 5,
The J.B.'s,
Index,
Rosa Yemen,
John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Livin' Joy,
Maleditus Sound,
Symarip,
Jandek,
Bad Manners,
Babytalk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magazine,
F. McDonald,
Clear Light,
The Mojo Men,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pere Ubu,
MC5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tommy Roe,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cramps,
Danielle Patucci,
Davy DMX,
Rekid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mantronix,
AZ,
Model 500,
Arab on Radar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cowsills,
Anthony Braxton,
EPMD,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hot Snakes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joy Division,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Vogues,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Reagan Youth,
Sällskapet,
Derrick Morgan,
Barbara Tucker,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.