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 Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Half Japanese,
Rufus Thomas,
Q and Not U,
the Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Unwound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Joey Negro,
Byron Stingily,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Qualms,
The Busters,
Mandrill,
The Grass Roots,
Gabor Szabo,
Blossom Toes,
Interpol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soulsonic Force,
Maurizio,
Jeff Mills,
Moebius,
Main Source,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eurythmics,
Warren Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Marvin Gaye,
Laurel Aitken,
Parry Music,
Ice-T,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joy Division,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Human League,
Suicide,
Masters at Work,
Scratch Acid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tears for Fears,
Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Dark Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Real Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
EPMD,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smoke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rod Modell,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.