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 Ethiopia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Marc Almond to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Panda Bear,
Flipper,
Tears for Fears,
Albert Ayler,
Essential Logic,
Parry Music,
Von Mondo,
Wings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Isaac Hayes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mummies,
Kaleidoscope,
Cal Tjader,
EPMD,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erykah Badu,
Swell Maps,
Country Teasers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Desert Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Brand Nubian,
AZ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Technova,
World's Most,
Joey Negro,
Symarip,
Cameo,
The Walker Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Almond,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare,
the Sonics,
the Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Bronski Beat,
Second Layer,
Spandau Ballet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Absolute Body Control,
Au Pairs,
Rufus Thomas,
Slick Rick,
Sonic Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Ossler,
Smog,
10cc,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Green,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.