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 St Lucia and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Mandrill to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Thompson Twins,
The Seeds,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
B.T. Express,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Gabor Szabo,
The Black Dice,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare,
Ultravox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
Q65,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Royal Trux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris & Cosey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Hood,
Nico,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Sherman,
Sister Nancy,
Franke,
Unwound,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Style,
Au Pairs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marvin Gaye,
kango's stein massive,
Blake Baxter,
Cameo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
These Immortal Souls,
Wire,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül,
Tubeway Army,
Carl Craig,
the Bar-Kays,
Bob Dylan,
The J.B.'s,
the Fania All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
EPMD,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.