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 Philippines and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deakin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Angry Samoans,
The Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cowsills,
Ken Boothe,
Suicide,
Archie Shepp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bronski Beat,
Fela Kuti,
The Fuzztones,
The Motions,
MC5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Invisible,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cramps,
Jandek,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Sneak,
Motorama,
The Evens,
The Smiths,
The Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Wally Richardson,
Babytalk,
Niagra,
Half Japanese,
Quando Quango,
The Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Black Sheep,
EPMD,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Fraelich,
Sight & Sound,
Liliput,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Sparks,
Q65,
Cecil Taylor,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agitation Free,
Soulsonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Godley & Creme,
Mr. Review,
Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Chris & Cosey,
Pierre Henry,
Eli Mardock,
Brick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.