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 Korea South and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rap 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
FM Einheit,
Sun City Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Rekid,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Dolphy,
June of 44,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Malaria!,
Flash Fearless,
Japan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ludus,
Hardrive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Wells,
Pere Ubu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Model 500,
New York Dolls,
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
Chrome,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pulsallama,
Althea and Donna,
Panda Bear,
Lakeside,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Hood,
Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Gabor Szabo,
10cc,
Ten City,
Negative Approach,
The Offenders,
Soulsonic Force,
The Vogues,
Circle Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quando Quango,
Los Fastidios,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Vladislav Delay,
Anakelly,
Blossom Toes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Parrish,
The Real Kids,
The Gladiators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moleskins,
Rufus Thomas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.