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 Australia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blake Baxter to the rap 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dual Sessions,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pop Group,
Lungfish,
Television Personalities,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skaos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Young Rascals,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aaron Thompson,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sound,
the Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Young Marble Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Adolescents,
Das Ding,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erasure,
Harry Pussy,
Main Source,
Derrick May,
Neu!,
Lakeside,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Slits,
The Smoke,
Sun City Girls,
The Associates,
Todd Rundgren,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
Porter Ricks,
Pantaleimon,
Guru Guru,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scratch Acid,
Au Pairs,
Ohio Players,
One Last Wish,
Grey Daturas,
Tim Buckley,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Con Funk Shun,
the Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Fat Boys,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.