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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
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 clarinet 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 Sällskapet to the funk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Blake Baxter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tim Buckley,
The Red Krayola,
B.T. Express,
The Associates,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cymande,
Erasure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Youth Brigade,
Groovy Waters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Iggy Pop,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Desert Stars,
Scan 7,
Scientists,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barry Ungar,
Scratch Acid,
Spandau Ballet,
Bluetip,
Albert Ayler,
The Searchers,
Das Ding,
Aloha Tigers,
Lower 48,
The Selecter,
Subhumans,
DJ Sneak,
New Age Steppers,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Womack,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heaven 17,
Joyce Sims,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Glenn Branca,
Cal Tjader,
Nils Olav,
Fatback Band,
Goldenarms,
Joensuu 1685,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crime,
Barbara Tucker,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anthony Braxton,
Adolescents,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.