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 Ukraine and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Smoke to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Sherman,
Moss Icon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Judy Mowatt,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visage,
Simply Red,
Michelle Simonal,
Outsiders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quantec,
Moebius,
Lindisfarne,
The Neon Judgement,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Darondo,
The Five Americans,
Fear,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül,
Das Ding,
Wings,
Accadde A,
Sun City Girls,
Chrome,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Music Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
AZ,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
Max Romeo,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Guru Guru,
Excepter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Offenders,
Hashim,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mummies,
Marine Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
48th St. Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Josef K,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.