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 Bremen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Gerry Rafferty to the funk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vainqueur,
Aswad,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Kinks,
The Victims,
Bobby Womack,
Bush Tetras,
Drexciya,
Robert Görl,
Gang Starr,
John Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Newcleus,
The Residents,
Marine Girls,
Prince Buster,
Oblivians,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Halsall,
China Crisis,
Mr. Review,
The Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sound Behaviour,
Steve Hackett,
Zapp,
Jeff Mills,
Agent Orange,
Radiohead,
DJ Style,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sound,
EPMD,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faraquet,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sugar Minott,
The Five Americans,
The Angels of Light,
June of 44,
Lower 48,
Chris & Cosey,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magma,
Fela Kuti,
Josef K,
Basic Channel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Teasers,
Audionom,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Birthday Party,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.