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 Saudi Arabia and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Derrick May to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare,
The Victims,
Hasil Adkins,
The Angels of Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Axelrod,
the Sonics,
Ludus,
Reuben Wilson,
Buzzcocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Music Machine,
The American Breed,
Tubeway Army,
Youth Brigade,
Lungfish,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Toni Rubio,
Nik Kershaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Morten Harket,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Guru Guru,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Patti Smith,
ABBA,
Cheater Slicks,
The Toasters,
Ice-T,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Standells,
Popol Vuh,
Qualms,
Fugazi,
Barrington Levy,
The Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Terry Callier,
AZ,
Faust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funkadelic,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sugar Minott,
Organ,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Enemy,
The Zeros,
Japan,
Bluetip,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.