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 Burkina and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Moby Grape to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moss Icon,
Severed Heads,
T. Rex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Mars,
Michelle Simonal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marmalade,
Bad Manners,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Audionom,
Technova,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig,
Nirvana,
Visage,
The Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monolake,
Trumans Water,
Crime,
JFA,
Letta Mbulu,
the Germs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alphaville,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scratch Acid,
The Doobie Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick May,
Robert Hood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul II Soul,
These Immortal Souls,
L. Decosne,
Roxette,
Radio Birdman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boz Scaggs,
Ituana,
Royal Trux,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.