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 Poland and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 E-Dancer to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls,
Oblivians,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Vogues,
The Misunderstood,
Make Up,
Stockholm Monsters,
Colin Newman,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Sonics,
Symarip,
Panda Bear,
The Birthday Party,
Curtis Mayfield,
Can,
Yazoo,
Porter Ricks,
Second Layer,
Tommy Roe,
Rufus Thomas,
Drexciya,
The Gories,
Amon Düül,
Tubeway Army,
Sound Behaviour,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxette,
The Gladiators,
E-Dancer,
Rites of Spring,
Siglo XX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
FM Einheit,
Newcleus,
Theoretical Girls,
Henry Cow,
Josef K,
Fugazi,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiohead,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons,
Wally Richardson,
Guru Guru,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
Minor Threat,
Anthony Braxton,
Barbara Tucker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quantec,
Cameo,
The Doors,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smiths,
Moby Grape,
Fatback Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.