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 United Kingdom and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Con Funk Shun to the rock 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Mr. Review,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Style,
Bobby Sherman,
Pere Ubu,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pop Group,
Joe Finger,
The Names,
Rakim,
The Raincoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Accadde A,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quadrant,
Andrew Hill,
Alison Limerick,
Archie Shepp,
Goldenarms,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Seeds,
Second Layer,
The Angels of Light,
The Durutti Column,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fugazi,
Zapp,
Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
The Stooges,
Fatback Band,
The Selecter,
Prince Buster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ice-T,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sparks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swans,
Patti Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Minny Pops,
Cameo,
MC5,
H. Thieme,
This Heat,
Bang On A Can,
Zero Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.