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 Gabon and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stereo Dub to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gichy Dan,
Pylon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lightning Bolt,
The Victims,
Amazonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
AZ,
Quadrant,
Andrew Hill,
Tres Demented,
Bill Wells,
Todd Terry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scion,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Susan Cadogan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blancmange,
Faraquet,
Pussy Galore,
Sexual Harrassment,
June of 44,
T.S.O.L.,
KRS-One,
Jandek,
The Slackers,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
D'Angelo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonic Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Make Up,
Marc Almond,
The Stooges,
The Divine Comedy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
cv313,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skriet,
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aswad,
Intrusion,
Infiniti,
48th St. Collective,
the Germs,
Toni Rubio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Al Stewart,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.