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 Israel and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Frankie Knuckles to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
ABBA,
Sound Behaviour,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Pantaleimon,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Near,
Eddi Front,
H. Thieme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Piero Umiliani,
The Tremeloes,
Pagans,
Skaos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
cv313,
Black Pus,
Youth Brigade,
Flash Fearless,
Can,
Drexciya,
Bill Wells,
The Young Rascals,
Juan Atkins,
The Cure,
Byron Stingily,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Urselle,
Marmalade,
Banda Bassotti,
Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Brand Nubian,
K-Klass,
Wally Richardson,
Colin Newman,
Half Japanese,
Moss Icon,
Brothers Johnson,
Sarah Menescal,
Cluster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Altered Images,
Gabor Szabo,
Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
John Holt,
The Star Department,
Ultra Naté,
Donny Hathaway,
Talk Talk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arcadia,
Kenny Larkin,
The Victims,
Malaria!,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.