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 Madagascar and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grime 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Toasters,
Alton Ellis,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül II,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Görl,
Pole,
T. Rex,
The Dave Clark Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crash Course in Science,
Eurythmics,
Aloha Tigers,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris Corsano,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cecil Taylor,
John Coltrane,
Section 25,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Finger,
Scrapy,
Zero Boys,
KRS-One,
Nick Fraelich,
Silicon Teens,
Danielle Patucci,
Zapp,
Skaos,
Visage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Motions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Procol Harum,
China Crisis,
Public Enemy,
Fluxion,
Quantec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moss Icon,
Sound Behaviour,
the Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerrie Biddell,
Michelle Simonal,
Supertramp,
Joyce Sims,
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee,
The Divine Comedy,
Liliput,
Severed Heads,
Whodini,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.