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 Panama and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Sam Rivers to the grunge 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Buzzcocks,
Magazine,
Surgeon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Sonny Sharrock,
K-Klass,
Minor Threat,
The Velvet Underground,
Anakelly,
Model 500,
The Motions,
Motorama,
Circle Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed,
The Moody Blues,
Crime,
Television Personalities,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
8 Eyed Spy,
Freddie Wadling,
Gichy Dan,
X-Ray Spex,
Mr. Review,
Qualms,
The Music Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ice-T,
Darondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Swans,
Hashim,
Lyres,
Alison Limerick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yazoo,
Pere Ubu,
Section 25,
Scratch Acid,
Main Source,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
Black Pus,
Liliput,
Mandrill,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cowsills,
Anthony Braxton,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Busters,
FM Einheit,
Junior Murvin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Minnie Riperton,
Hardrive,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.