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 Jordan and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jawbox to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Boogie Down Productions,
June of 44,
Con Funk Shun,
Joyce Sims,
The United States of America,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharoah Sanders,
Silicon Teens,
Black Flag,
Eddi Front,
Severed Heads,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zapp,
Rod Modell,
June Days,
KRS-One,
Lyres,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Graham Central Station,
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Selecter,
Brass Construction,
Roger Hodgson,
Skaos,
Absolute Body Control,
Deepchord,
The Stooges,
Skriet,
Aural Exciters,
Quadrant,
the Soft Cell,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pop Group,
Jandek,
Curtis Mayfield,
Das Ding,
Banda Bassotti,
Susan Cadogan,
X-Ray Spex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skarface,
Black Bananas,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Groovy Waters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sonics,
Wire,
OOIOO,
Kurtis Blow,
JFA,
Model 500,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.