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 Mali and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 K-Klass to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Brass Construction,
CMW,
Pagans,
ABBA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Loose Ends,
In Retrospect,
Marine Girls,
Audionom,
Dorothy Ashby,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Selecter,
The Busters,
Public Enemy,
Rufus Thomas,
Tim Buckley,
Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Anthony Braxton,
Deakin,
The Fortunes,
Henry Cow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fall,
John Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Bush Tetras,
David Bowie,
the Bar-Kays,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fugs,
Warsaw,
DJ Style,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Moebius,
Liliput,
Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Model 500,
Eve St. Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Crime,
Roger Hodgson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Motions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Star Department,
Minnie Riperton,
Joy Division,
K-Klass,
Faraquet,
The Litter,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
Patti Smith,
Joey Negro,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.