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 Mozambique and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeff Mills 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Zero Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sandy B,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wolf Eyes,
Susan Cadogan,
Pere Ubu,
The Evens,
the Germs,
Dead Boys,
Moby Grape,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pole,
48th St. Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rapeman,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Finger,
The Kinks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drexciya,
Zapp,
Janne Schatter,
Colin Newman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Green,
In Retrospect,
Ludus,
Mission of Burma,
Model 500,
Q and Not U,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Clear Light,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jandek,
Von Mondo,
Inner City,
Patti Smith,
Trumans Water,
Wings,
Grauzone,
Jacob Miller,
The Doors,
Scrapy,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
10cc,
PIL,
Funky Four + One,
New Age Steppers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.