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 Congo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Negative Approach to the funk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Amazonics,
H. Thieme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABBA,
Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Talk Talk,
The Moody Blues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Hood,
The Trojans,
the Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
E-Dancer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tim Buckley,
Niagra,
AZ,
Das Ding,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Wyatt,
The Index,
Neu!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mo-Dettes,
Dennis Brown,
Thompson Twins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Connie Case,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kaleidoscope,
The Raincoats,
The Searchers,
Cal Tjader,
Terry Callier,
Nils Olav,
Black Flag,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Evens,
The Fuzztones,
Eurythmics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alice Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Camberwell Now,
Pagans,
Cecil Taylor,
Fear,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Schoolly D,
June of 44,
Colin Newman,
Sarah Menescal,
Popol Vuh,
Ohio Players,
Spoonie Gee,
Bauhaus,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.