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 Argentina and from Tehran.
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 Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aaron Thompson to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Basic Channel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare,
Cameo,
The Smiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
48th St. Collective,
Lower 48,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deakin,
DJ Sneak,
Swans,
Smog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Swans,
David Axelrod,
Adolescents,
Morten Harket,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mission of Burma,
The Barracudas,
Agent Orange,
Sparks,
Rapeman,
John Holt,
Lungfish,
The Slits,
Q and Not U,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radio Birdman,
The Evens,
Fear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Infiniti,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scan 7,
The Buckinghams,
Moby Grape,
Delta 5,
T.S.O.L.,
Brothers Johnson,
The Neon Judgement,
Crooked Eye,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pagans,
Surgeon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maleditus Sound,
Dawn Penn,
The Stooges,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pretty Things,
Joensuu 1685,
Idris Muhammad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.