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 Czech Republic and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fela Kuti to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monks,
Joy Division,
The Last Poets,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultravox,
Rod Modell,
The Stooges,
Tommy Roe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Schoolly D,
Cheater Slicks,
Alison Limerick,
The J.B.'s,
Inner City,
Tomorrow,
CMW,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Parrish,
Supertramp,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Searchers,
Bush Tetras,
The Star Department,
Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Isaac Hayes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Morten Harket,
Crime,
Josef K,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fall,
Todd Rundgren,
Patti Smith,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Skatalites,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brand Nubian,
AZ,
kango's stein massive,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
Franke,
Marvin Gaye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Real Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Groovy Waters,
The Doors,
Joey Negro,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stiv Bators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eve St. Jones,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.