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 Cairo.
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 Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grime 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slackers,
Ronan,
Icehouse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Swans,
The Sound,
Barry Ungar,
the Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Quadrant,
Au Pairs,
Soulsonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker,
Audionom,
The Fall,
Nick Fraelich,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kayak,
New York Dolls,
Man Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Remains,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nirvana,
Oblivians,
Procol Harum,
Talk Talk,
Crooked Eye,
Rosa Yemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Altered Images,
The Invisible,
The Stooges,
Yusef Lateef,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mantronix,
Parry Music,
New Order,
Hoover,
Harpers Bizarre,
China Crisis,
Nas,
Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The American Breed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.