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 United States and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fad Gadget,
Deepchord,
Flipper,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Kenny Larkin,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ituana,
Schoolly D,
Lyres,
Stetsasonic,
Yellowson,
KRS-One,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liliput,
Inner City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jandek,
Aswad,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun City Girls,
Babytalk,
Kurtis Blow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sex Pistols,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick Morgan,
The Last Poets,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Au Pairs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aural Exciters,
Mandrill,
Eric Dolphy,
One Last Wish,
Marmalade,
Massinfluence,
Depeche Mode,
Little Man,
Donald Byrd,
Cybotron,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mojo Men,
Interpol,
Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Qualms,
Yaz,
Lightning Bolt,
The Modern Lovers,
Nirvana,
Todd Rundgren,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.