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 Jordan and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fuzztones to the dance 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Wells,
Country Teasers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Clarke,
a-ha,
Arab on Radar,
The Slackers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warsaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Last Poets,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker,
Barrington Levy,
Dennis Brown,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Althea and Donna,
Scan 7,
Magma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Smog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
X-101,
Talk Talk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Panda Bear,
Harmonia,
Donald Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Laurel Aitken,
Funkadelic,
The Techniques,
T. Rex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacques Brel,
Gang of Four,
New Order,
OOIOO,
Andrew Hill,
The Saints,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fortunes,
The Gun Club,
Darondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Accadde A,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tres Demented,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Sheep,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.