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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 FM Einheit to the funk 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Matthew Bourne,
Archie Shepp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Clarke,
Sarah Menescal,
Duran Duran,
The Offenders,
Robert Hood,
Lalann,
Neil Young,
The Kinks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Judy Mowatt,
Hot Snakes,
The Cure,
Ultra Naté,
Rekid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dawn Penn,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Walker Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slackers,
The Smoke,
the Bar-Kays,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jandek,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Black Dice,
ABC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dead Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Sight & Sound,
The Real Kids,
cv313,
The Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neu!,
Franke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Misunderstood,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.