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 Egypt and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ornette Coleman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
These Immortal Souls,
Dennis Brown,
Kerrie Biddell,
a-ha,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
World's Most,
Gang Green,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra,
Wire,
Rosa Yemen,
Fear,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Order,
The Black Dice,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grauzone,
Soul II Soul,
Grey Daturas,
David Bowie,
Eric Dolphy,
Gichy Dan,
Nas,
The Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Moon,
The Divine Comedy,
The Walker Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Hoover,
Donny Hathaway,
Nik Kershaw,
Pulsallama,
Guru Guru,
Cecil Taylor,
Agent Orange,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skarface,
Monolake,
Masters at Work,
Outsiders,
Mantronix,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Groovy Waters,
Arcadia,
The Slackers,
Boredoms,
The Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
ABC,
Quantec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare,
Dual Sessions,
Aaron Thompson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.