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 Armenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Von Mondo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Sheep,
The Evens,
Darondo,
The Cramps,
Nick Fraelich,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gories,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
The Remains,
Jeff Lynne,
Fatback Band,
Junior Murvin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sixth Finger,
the Slits,
Rekid,
The Pretty Things,
Blossom Toes,
Kenny Larkin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Music Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
U.S. Maple,
Amazonics,
The Invisible,
Josef K,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Fluxion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Techniques,
Quadrant,
Skaos,
R.M.O.,
The Cowsills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Boredoms,
Moby Grape,
Animal Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Talk Talk,
Gang of Four,
Janne Schatter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agent Orange,
Fela Kuti,
Gichy Dan,
Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tommy Roe,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minutemen,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.