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 Bahrain and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Moleskins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ossler,
The Techniques,
Urselle,
Suicide,
The Tremeloes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantaleimon,
Kayak,
Jandek,
Desert Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Japan,
Main Source,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swans,
Bill Near,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Sällskapet,
Intrusion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stereo Dub,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blackbyrds,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deakin,
Bronski Beat,
Black Flag,
The Stooges,
Jeff Lynne,
The Black Dice,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Pylon,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Invisible,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quando Quango,
Prince Buster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Scion,
Trumans Water,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Remains,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aswad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Procol Harum,
Black Moon,
June Days,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delta 5,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.