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 Malta and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fad Gadget,
These Immortal Souls,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deakin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mad Mike,
David Axelrod,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Sherman,
Inner City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Little Man,
Reuben Wilson,
K-Klass,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June Days,
Gong,
Parry Music,
Drexciya,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Germs,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABBA,
Alton Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Sparks,
Rotary Connection,
The Red Krayola,
Newcleus,
Hoover,
UT,
Gang Starr,
Niagra,
Nirvana,
Black Moon,
A Certain Ratio,
Shuggie Otis,
Wally Richardson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Wells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rapeman,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
the Normal,
The Knickerbockers,
Sixth Finger,
John Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Marvin Gaye,
The Residents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Martian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.