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 Italy and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 X-102 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Lungfish,
the Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
The Offenders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scion,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Green,
Moebius,
The Birthday Party,
Wire,
Michelle Simonal,
Patti Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donny Hathaway,
Icehouse,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Susan Cadogan,
A Certain Ratio,
JFA,
Scientists,
New Age Steppers,
Charles Mingus,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Circle Jerks,
Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Pantytec,
The Real Kids,
Quadrant,
The Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Procol Harum,
Basic Channel,
Urselle,
The Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Nas,
Babytalk,
Juan Atkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mummies,
Simply Red,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.