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 Uganda and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bootsy Collins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ossler,
Suburban Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Inner City,
Don Cherry,
Sonic Youth,
Loose Ends,
The Names,
Cecil Taylor,
Josef K,
Slave,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
cv313,
Joy Division,
Ronnie Foster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wire,
Alton Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Soulsonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Whodini,
EPMD,
Joe Finger,
Sandy B,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swell Maps,
Eric Copeland,
Susan Cadogan,
Warsaw,
Mad Mike,
Aaron Thompson,
Ohio Players,
Ponytail,
David McCallum,
The Walker Brothers,
Japan,
The Remains,
Von Mondo,
Drexciya,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantaleimon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Foxx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Starr,
The Smoke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Royal Trux,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gories,
Chrome,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Barracudas,
Guru Guru,
Moss Icon,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.