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 Guatemala and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Prunes to the rap 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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Joy Division,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry Gold Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Das Ding,
Groovy Waters,
The Red Krayola,
D'Angelo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Freddie Wadling,
Mantronix,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ituana,
The Moody Blues,
Fela Kuti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantaleimon,
Mo-Dettes,
Camberwell Now,
Crime,
The Index,
Moby Grape,
Moebius,
The Smiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario,
Janne Schatter,
Brick,
Von Mondo,
Supertramp,
Nirvana,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donny Hathaway,
Arcadia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Barracudas,
The Durutti Column,
Fat Boys,
June Days,
Model 500,
Stiv Bators,
Lindisfarne,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Boredoms,
The Last Poets,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Vogues,
DJ Style,
Basic Channel,
Niagra,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.