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 Slovakia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Josef K to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Subhumans,
Franke,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Hill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Kinks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hot Snakes,
Basic Channel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Outsiders,
Skriet,
H. Thieme,
Lungfish,
The Busters,
Chrome,
Crash Course in Science,
Scientists,
Dave Gahan,
Surgeon,
The Dead C,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Pus,
Jacob Miller,
Charles Mingus,
Camouflage,
DJ Style,
The Shadows of Knight,
F. McDonald,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Stooges,
Goldenarms,
Simply Red,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Babytalk,
Niagra,
Television Personalities,
Ponytail,
Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jandek,
Swell Maps,
Joensuu 1685,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smoke,
Panda Bear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donny Hathaway,
Marcia Griffiths,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.