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 Benin and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Slits,
Al Stewart,
R.M.O.,
The Cowsills,
Man Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Donny Hathaway,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacob Miller,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Green,
Isaac Hayes,
Aaron Thompson,
Qualms,
the Bar-Kays,
the Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Selecter,
Neil Young,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
Arthur Verocai,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wally Richardson,
Crooked Eye,
Procol Harum,
Deepchord,
The Red Krayola,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visage,
The Trojans,
The Slackers,
Quando Quango,
Dark Day,
The Music Machine,
Boredoms,
Joey Negro,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Terry Callier,
Black Bananas,
a-ha,
Niagra,
ABBA,
Alton Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
The Blackbyrds,
Bad Manners,
Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flipper,
Marshall Jefferson,
Guru Guru,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.