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 Somalia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Adolescents to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Minny Pops,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reuben Wilson,
Harmonia,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slits,
The Motions,
Rapeman,
Pierre Henry,
Dark Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Starr,
Ken Boothe,
Rotary Connection,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Walker Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Colin Newman,
The Misunderstood,
Sight & Sound,
John Lydon,
Second Layer,
Faust,
Yellowson,
Juan Atkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cybotron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Underground Resistance,
Los Fastidios,
Procol Harum,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Lynne,
Zapp,
Supertramp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Das Ding,
Jandek,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pulsallama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tubeway Army,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.