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 Bulgaria and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 FM Einheit to the techno 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Oblivians,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash,
Idris Muhammad,
The Happenings,
Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Chris Corsano,
Tom Boy,
The Doors,
Aloha Tigers,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Arcadia,
Danielle Patucci,
The Victims,
Marc Almond,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
World's Most,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magma,
Robert Görl,
DJ Sneak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
CMW,
The Leaves,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Nirvana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Mills,
Pylon,
Royal Trux,
Fatback Band,
Stetsasonic,
The Grass Roots,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers,
Joey Negro,
Pole,
DJ Style,
Darondo,
Camouflage,
June of 44,
Intrusion,
Warren Ellis,
Interpol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Underground Resistance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Y Pants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonic Youth,
ABC,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.