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 Argentina and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Knickerbockers,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lungfish,
The Slackers,
Grey Daturas,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smoke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donald Byrd,
In Retrospect,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Dolphy,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moss Icon,
Aural Exciters,
Sparks,
Depeche Mode,
Shoche,
China Crisis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quantec,
CMW,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
New Order,
Loose Ends,
Cecil Taylor,
Fatback Band,
Juan Atkins,
Basic Channel,
Dennis Brown,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers,
Vladislav Delay,
Technova,
The Gap Band,
Blake Baxter,
Index,
Deakin,
New Age Steppers,
Dark Day,
Thee Headcoats,
X-101,
The Residents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Peter & Gordon,
Henry Cow,
The Slits,
The Litter,
The Monks,
Little Man,
Public Image Ltd.,
The American Breed,
Byron Stingily,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.