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 Colombia and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Wyatt to the grime 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Tommy Roe,
Chrome,
Man Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moody Blues,
Funky Four + One,
Sarah Menescal,
Altered Images,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Near,
The Divine Comedy,
Harry Pussy,
the Germs,
Robert Wyatt,
Cluster,
Suicide,
Black Sheep,
Fatback Band,
Jacques Brel,
Niagra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fela Kuti,
Y Pants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yellowson,
X-102,
Sun Ra,
Masters at Work,
Hardrive,
Jacob Miller,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks,
The Gladiators,
Scientists,
Matthew Bourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Godley & Creme,
Jeru the Damaja,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blues Magoos,
Malaria!,
New York Dolls,
Gang Starr,
Ultra Naté,
Section 25,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Zeros,
Cameo,
Eurythmics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
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.