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 Czech Republic and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 H. Thieme to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Symarip,
Fugazi,
Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young,
Matthew Halsall,
Crime,
The Alarm Clocks,
Panda Bear,
Eric Dolphy,
Buzzcocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sarah Menescal,
Angry Samoans,
Anthony Braxton,
Scratch Acid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Siglo XX,
Derrick May,
Jacques Brel,
The Modern Lovers,
L. Decosne,
The Saints,
Sandy B,
Altered Images,
The Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters,
Bob Dylan,
Erykah Badu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pretty Things,
Yusef Lateef,
New York Dolls,
Hasil Adkins,
Tres Demented,
48th St. Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nirvana,
Cecil Taylor,
JFA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tubeway Army,
The Motions,
Lindisfarne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Standells,
Scrapy,
Aural Exciters,
Minutemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Flag,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.