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 Ukraine and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grunge 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Saints,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
La Düsseldorf,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arab on Radar,
Ultravox,
Sugar Minott,
The Fugs,
Brand Nubian,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cramps,
Theoretical Girls,
Hashim,
Davy DMX,
U.S. Maple,
Parry Music,
Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Tres Demented,
H. Thieme,
The Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Guru Guru,
The Star Department,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Hood,
Archie Shepp,
Organ,
The Fall,
Delta 5,
Babytalk,
The Moody Blues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Copeland,
Basic Channel,
Slave,
The Golliwogs,
Moebius,
Trumans Water,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Arcadia,
The Cure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Das Ding,
Section 25,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Sherman,
The Skatalites,
Skarface,
Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Rotary Connection,
Aural Exciters,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.