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 Vanuatu and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 The Moody Blues to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-Ray Spex,
Lakeside,
Niagra,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pop Group,
Y Pants,
Black Sheep,
The Standells,
Aloha Tigers,
Shoche,
Aural Exciters,
cv313,
Intrusion,
The Sonics,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Animal Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Urselle,
Mr. Review,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Teasers,
Tubeway Army,
Fluxion,
Donald Byrd,
Magma,
Boredoms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Outsiders,
Gichy Dan,
Ornette Coleman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pole,
Erasure,
Pantytec,
Sound Behaviour,
Das Ding,
Lungfish,
Robert Hood,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Real Kids,
Josef K,
John Holt,
Lalann,
the Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun City Girls,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hardrive,
Anakelly,
KRS-One,
Godley & Creme,
The Cure,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.