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 Barbados 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pole to the punk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Technova,
Scrapy,
The Searchers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slits,
Severed Heads,
Pierre Henry,
Pylon,
Guru Guru,
Symarip,
Bad Manners,
John Foxx,
The Move,
Tears for Fears,
Hoover,
Dual Sessions,
Yusef Lateef,
Nirvana,
Wings,
Reuben Wilson,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
Groovy Waters,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oneida,
Niagra,
Roxette,
Schoolly D,
Eric Copeland,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
LL Cool J,
Cymande,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Jandek,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zapp,
Buzzcocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dennis Brown,
David Bowie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultra Naté,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sonics,
Scion,
The J.B.'s,
Toni Rubio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slick Rick,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.