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 Albania and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Das Ding to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Walker Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed,
Mark Hollis,
Heaven 17,
Minny Pops,
Faust,
Glenn Branca,
Q and Not U,
The Dirtbombs,
Zero Boys,
Al Stewart,
The Smiths,
The Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Little Man,
Eric Dolphy,
Average White Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker,
Blancmange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mission of Burma,
Marshall Jefferson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Five Americans,
Janne Schatter,
Grey Daturas,
Harmonia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monolake,
Albert Ayler,
Guru Guru,
The Vogues,
The Evens,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Selecter,
The Buckinghams,
Franke,
Sugar Minott,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Severed Heads,
Chris Corsano,
Jandek,
Schoolly D,
Arab on Radar,
Tommy Roe,
Stiv Bators,
Judy Mowatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Prince Buster,
Shoche,
Nirvana,
Slick Rick,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.