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 Iceland and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Byron Stingily to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Q65,
Surgeon,
The Offenders,
Scrapy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wire,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare,
Japan,
Gerry Rafferty,
La Düsseldorf,
Los Fastidios,
Slick Rick,
UT,
Inner City,
the Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quantec,
Deepchord,
Supertramp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Panda Bear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Judy Mowatt,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantaleimon,
Althea and Donna,
Boredoms,
Yaz,
Faraquet,
Sugar Minott,
Yellowson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Brass Construction,
Mr. Review,
Ronan,
The Birthday Party,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Martian,
Stiv Bators,
The Mummies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New York Dolls,
Franke,
Agitation Free,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Barracudas,
the Swans,
Roxette,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
The Wake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.