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 Ghana and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 The Red Krayola to the punk 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Los Fastidios,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Section 25,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Copeland,
The Monochrome Set,
The Golliwogs,
Dave Gahan,
Masters at Work,
The Litter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alison Limerick,
the Soft Cell,
Gong,
The Velvet Underground,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Mills,
Minutemen,
Neu!,
The Techniques,
Altered Images,
Robert Hood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers,
Intrusion,
Byron Stingily,
Frankie Knuckles,
Connie Case,
Jerry's Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slick Rick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Bill Near,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Susan Cadogan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doors,
David Axelrod,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joy Division,
The Divine Comedy,
Aloha Tigers,
A Certain Ratio,
Amazonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Al Stewart,
Black Sheep,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.