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 Jamaica and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grunge 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gun Club,
Toni Rubio,
the Germs,
The Tremeloes,
Freddie Wadling,
Camberwell Now,
Loose Ends,
The Gap Band,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smoke,
Silicon Teens,
Arab on Radar,
Sarah Menescal,
Cecil Taylor,
The Toasters,
Eurythmics,
The Evens,
Neu!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Smog,
Minny Pops,
Faust,
Television,
The Fugs,
Quadrant,
The Mummies,
Pantytec,
Lebanon Hanover,
Leonard Cohen,
Nils Olav,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Desert Stars,
Brass Construction,
Deepchord,
The Fortunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deadbeat,
The Gladiators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Albert Ayler,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Fad Gadget,
Soulsonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Hill,
Sister Nancy,
The Kinks,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Certain Ratio,
Inner City,
Visage,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.