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 Tajikistan and from London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
X-Ray Spex,
Pole,
Warsaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Panda Bear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Germs,
June Days,
Faust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Aaron Thompson,
Skarface,
Bauhaus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kas Product,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-102,
Crash Course in Science,
Yellowson,
Lower 48,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Motions,
Barry Ungar,
Mad Mike,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Qualms,
Darondo,
ABBA,
Funkadelic,
The Invisible,
Brothers Johnson,
Clear Light,
David Bowie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Axelrod,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crooked Eye,
Leonard Cohen,
Hashim,
Prince Buster,
DJ Sneak,
T. Rex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ohio Players,
The Red Krayola,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.