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 Romania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Machine to the grunge 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Arcadia,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pylon,
Camberwell Now,
The Vogues,
Sixth Finger,
Hardrive,
Robert Görl,
Mantronix,
Crash Course in Science,
Hasil Adkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Sex Pistols,
Main Source,
Goldenarms,
Rekid,
Minutemen,
R.M.O.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deepchord,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T.S.O.L.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Techniques,
Hashim,
Can,
Skriet,
Danielle Patucci,
Rapeman,
DJ Style,
Tim Buckley,
Niagra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Barracudas,
The Count Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minny Pops,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Five Americans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxette,
Jeff Lynne,
Organ,
Erasure,
The Cowsills,
Dark Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Fela Kuti,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.