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 Paraguay and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Todd Terry to the techno 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erykah Badu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
The Fall,
Alison Limerick,
John Lydon,
Vladislav Delay,
Hashim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agent Orange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slackers,
Altered Images,
The Sound,
The Fortunes,
Flipper,
Eurythmics,
Niagra,
Public Enemy,
Zapp,
Peter and Kerry,
Lightning Bolt,
Lakeside,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monks,
The Associates,
The Remains,
Joy Division,
Tropical Tobacco,
June Days,
Popol Vuh,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drexciya,
Cecil Taylor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Holt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dark Day,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
Hoover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Hill,
The Wake,
Country Teasers,
L. Decosne,
World's Most,
Rites of Spring,
The Fugs,
Arab on Radar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.