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 Congo and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Letta Mbulu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Drexciya,
Lindisfarne,
Fat Boys,
Agitation Free,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Surgeon,
The Kinks,
Minor Threat,
Wire,
Stetsasonic,
This Heat,
David McCallum,
Intrusion,
The Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
CMW,
Banda Bassotti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Negative Approach,
The Neon Judgement,
Joy Division,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Wyatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Cymande,
Talk Talk,
Can,
Blossom Toes,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young,
Ponytail,
The Blues Magoos,
Jandek,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed,
Scrapy,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gong,
Aural Exciters,
Jacques Brel,
Radiopuhelimet,
B.T. Express,
The Vogues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sixth Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.