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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kayak to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Althea and Donna,
Suicide,
Camouflage,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Joyce Sims,
The Real Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Fad Gadget,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
These Immortal Souls,
Eve St. Jones,
D'Angelo,
Eddi Front,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Terry,
Swell Maps,
Metal Thangz,
Khruangbin,
Pierre Henry,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Sneak,
Index,
Q and Not U,
The Toasters,
Absolute Body Control,
Scrapy,
Fluxion,
Soft Machine,
The Smoke,
Aloha Tigers,
Skaos,
Lalann,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Infiniti,
John Foxx,
Rosa Yemen,
One Last Wish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moby Grape,
Nico,
Bluetip,
The Neon Judgement,
Donald Byrd,
Boredoms,
Y Pants,
Animal Collective,
The Cramps,
The Names,
The Monochrome Set,
Shoche,
The Vogues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.