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 Tonga and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Last Poets to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang On A Can,
Mark Hollis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masters at Work,
Depeche Mode,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Association,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare,
Eric Copeland,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zapp,
China Crisis,
The Last Poets,
X-102,
EPMD,
Delon & Dalcan,
One Last Wish,
The Mojo Men,
B.T. Express,
Sun City Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Cal Tjader,
Kerri Chandler,
Reuben Wilson,
Mantronix,
Bauhaus,
Au Pairs,
Alice Coltrane,
Deakin,
Ronnie Foster,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Real Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
The Standells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jawbox,
The Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gories,
CMW,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacob Miller,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DNA,
Brand Nubian,
Porter Ricks,
Unwound,
Main Source,
Saccharine Trust,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
The Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
The Walker Brothers,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.