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 Niger and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cecil Taylor to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sixth Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Moon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
The Black Dice,
Byron Stingily,
Lyres,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fatback Band,
Massinfluence,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Hood,
The J.B.'s,
Television,
Pere Ubu,
John Holt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erasure,
Technova,
The Five Americans,
Fad Gadget,
Intrusion,
Fela Kuti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suicide,
Magazine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harry Pussy,
Grauzone,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Görl,
Zapp,
The Gladiators,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Animal Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Tears for Fears,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
The Toasters,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Sheep,
Kool Moe Dee,
Khruangbin,
a-ha,
Mantronix,
Gong,
New Order,
Crime,
Spoonie Gee,
Camouflage,
Man Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Remains,
Moby Grape,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.