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 Turkmenistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cramps to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Matthew Bourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bad Manners,
Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
New Order,
Rekid,
The Music Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Circle Jerks,
Cameo,
Soft Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q and Not U,
Roxette,
The Skatalites,
The Evens,
Terry Callier,
Pylon,
Lungfish,
Swans,
The Busters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispian St. Peters,
Organ,
Scan 7,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys,
MC5,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Hill,
Niagra,
Anthony Braxton,
Hasil Adkins,
Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Parry Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Al Stewart,
Don Cherry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispy Ambulance,
Josef K,
MDC,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mantronix,
DNA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slave,
Mandrill,
Make Up,
Newcleus,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.