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 Mali and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Neon Judgement to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Tim Buckley,
Youth Brigade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Kas Product,
Iggy Pop,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Smog,
Make Up,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Standells,
Bob Dylan,
Suicide,
Lyres,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mary Jane Girls,
The American Breed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Chris & Cosey,
a-ha,
David Axelrod,
Suburban Knight,
The Litter,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra,
The Walker Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Archie Shepp,
Banda Bassotti,
Zero Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angry Samoans,
The Dirtbombs,
Dennis Brown,
EPMD,
Mandrill,
Dorothy Ashby,
Parry Music,
The Cramps,
Visage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eden Ahbez,
Mars,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Womack,
Max Romeo,
Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
Ultravox,
Slave,
Stetsasonic,
The Red Krayola,
The Vogues,
Harry Pussy,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.