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 Bahamas and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Barbara Tucker 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Black Flag,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Average White Band,
The Raincoats,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Glenn Branca,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scan 7,
Fela Kuti,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Womack,
Dead Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Sex Pistols,
Lindisfarne,
Maleditus Sound,
The Wake,
The Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed,
LL Cool J,
Kaleidoscope,
The Happenings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Newcleus,
Deadbeat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Standells,
The Slits,
Man Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Moebius,
Smog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Warren Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Circle Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Parry Music,
Underground Resistance,
The Dirtbombs,
OOIOO,
Sixth Finger,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Halsall,
The Black Dice,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rapeman,
Hardrive,
The Fugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Sneak,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.