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 Tanzania and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Man Parrish to the techno 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Toasters,
Television,
Unwound,
Connie Case,
Soulsonic Force,
Icehouse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Neon Judgement,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
La Düsseldorf,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Machine,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Pus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ken Boothe,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Popol Vuh,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funkadelic,
The Blackbyrds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Niagra,
Jerry's Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Mad Mike,
Wasted Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Normal,
Absolute Body Control,
Crime,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erasure,
Mantronix,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Hill,
Brothers Johnson,
Ludus,
Pantaleimon,
Wire,
The Vogues,
The Birthday Party,
CMW,
Whodini,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Malaria!,
Bad Manners,
Excepter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scion,
Marine Girls,
Robert Görl,
Magma,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.