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 Uruguay and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Prince Buster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Silicon Teens,
Moebius,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jandek,
Scion,
Peter & Gordon,
The Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
The Victims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Porter Ricks,
Minutemen,
Marmalade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eve St. Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sound Behaviour,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wolf Eyes,
Agitation Free,
Gerry Rafferty,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Holt,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dirtbombs,
PIL,
Symarip,
June Days,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Sherman,
EPMD,
The Techniques,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
F. McDonald,
Bauhaus,
Sugar Minott,
Chris Corsano,
The Martian,
Sarah Menescal,
U.S. Maple,
The Zeros,
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
Faust,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Saints,
the Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
KRS-One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Neon Judgement,
ABBA,
OOIOO,
Suicide,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.