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 Vietnam and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Goldenarms,
Blossom Toes,
Mad Mike,
Bill Wells,
Derrick May,
Masters at Work,
Howard Jones,
Das Ding,
The United States of America,
Pierre Henry,
Television,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ludus,
Junior Murvin,
Mars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shuggie Otis,
The Golliwogs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Standells,
Young Marble Giants,
Boredoms,
The Searchers,
Reuben Wilson,
Scan 7,
The Toasters,
Fad Gadget,
Brass Construction,
H. Thieme,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra,
kango's stein massive,
The Barracudas,
Glenn Branca,
The Slackers,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Durutti Column,
Whodini,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T. Rex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harmonia,
Scion,
Jeff Lynne,
Rufus Thomas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echospace,
Ponytail,
The Sound,
Roxette,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Colin Newman,
Simply Red,
The Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cybotron,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.