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 Accra.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Dorothy Ashby to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Brand Nubian,
Spoonie Gee,
Glenn Branca,
Unrelated Segments,
Fatback Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cowsills,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy Collins,
Bronski Beat,
Tim Buckley,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pole,
Chrome,
Sixth Finger,
Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Pere Ubu,
Mandrill,
Cymande,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Sneak,
Niagra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Byron Stingily,
Iggy Pop,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fela Kuti,
Newcleus,
UT,
Gang Green,
Severed Heads,
Section 25,
X-102,
Cybotron,
Deepchord,
Jeff Lynne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Ten City,
Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slackers,
Joe Smooth,
Suicide,
Yazoo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Albert Ayler,
Ludus,
Rekid,
The Busters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Wells,
The Residents,
The Mummies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Age Steppers,
The Techniques,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.