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 Bolivia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yaz to the techno 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Minnie Riperton,
The Stooges,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eli Mardock,
Alphaville,
Henry Cow,
Reagan Youth,
Moebius,
Ohio Players,
Ten City,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Near,
Throbbing Gristle,
Underground Resistance,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Copeland,
U.S. Maple,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minor Threat,
Ituana,
Pagans,
The Cure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moby Grape,
Goldenarms,
The Victims,
Sight & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fear,
Ludus,
The Zeros,
Ken Boothe,
Slave,
Royal Trux,
Mars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
The Doors,
Eddi Front,
the Human League,
The Monks,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Guru Guru,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slackers,
Boredoms,
Brothers Johnson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Juan Atkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bad Manners,
Joensuu 1685,
Kenny Larkin,
Yaz,
The Dirtbombs,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.