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 Haiti 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 The Remains to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Yazoo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Sister Nancy,
Bob Dylan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anthony Braxton,
Lungfish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Style,
Tears for Fears,
ABC,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra,
Terry Callier,
Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Aloha Tigers,
Animal Collective,
Mad Mike,
John Foxx,
Neil Young,
Davy DMX,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Make Up,
EPMD,
X-101,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Television,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harmonia,
The Monochrome Set,
Ludus,
Chrome,
JFA,
The Blues Magoos,
Charles Mingus,
Grauzone,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rosa Yemen,
Iggy Pop,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Adolescents,
Skaos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Hood,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.