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 Cambodia and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Gories to the jazz 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Index,
The Golliwogs,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sam Rivers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mojo Men,
Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
The Remains,
Amon Düül II,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pet Shop Boys,
F. McDonald,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fuzztones,
June Days,
Pantytec,
Ornette Coleman,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy Collins,
Vainqueur,
La Düsseldorf,
Desert Stars,
Wire,
Camberwell Now,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
Procol Harum,
Ronnie Foster,
Oblivians,
Magma,
Nik Kershaw,
Talk Talk,
The Fall,
Babytalk,
Livin' Joy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
AZ,
Zero Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moleskins,
8 Eyed Spy,
R.M.O.,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Buzzcocks,
Yellowson,
Skaos,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Bourne,
Von Mondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.