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 Botswana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Mills to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
June Days,
The Happenings,
Pole,
Sällskapet,
The Fugs,
Eric Copeland,
Tubeway Army,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yazoo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mr. Review,
The Smoke,
The Trojans,
The Star Department,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yellowson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amazonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pop Group,
The Gap Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül,
Man Eating Sloth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camouflage,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Supertramp,
Soft Machine,
Cymande,
Marvin Gaye,
Howard Jones,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Hill,
Joy Division,
Subhumans,
Procol Harum,
Gichy Dan,
Juan Atkins,
Roxy Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter and Kerry,
Ken Boothe,
Lucky Dragons,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alison Limerick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alice Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Joyce Sims,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.