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 Burkina and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 One Last Wish to the crunk 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Dave Gahan,
Heaven 17,
Malaria!,
Wings,
UT,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Flag,
Faraquet,
The Beau Brummels,
The Kinks,
Lower 48,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Clear Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slave,
Maurizio,
The New Christs,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxette,
cv313,
U.S. Maple,
MC5,
L. Decosne,
Accadde A,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Green,
Hasil Adkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oblivians,
Loose Ends,
Sixth Finger,
Marmalade,
Q65,
The J.B.'s,
Rosa Yemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Josef K,
Magma,
Delta 5,
Jeff Lynne,
Dennis Brown,
Minutemen,
Rotary Connection,
Gichy Dan,
The Offenders,
Fat Boys,
Scratch Acid,
The Fall,
Todd Terry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Infiniti,
The Mummies,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Skatalites,
Shoche,
The Standells,
The Trojans,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.