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 Brazil and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Ornette Coleman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ornette Coleman,
Patti Smith,
Wings,
Clear Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Angels of Light,
The Buckinghams,
Dead Boys,
The Star Department,
Mars,
Harry Pussy,
Mad Mike,
Underground Resistance,
Royal Trux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Los Fastidios,
Panda Bear,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxette,
Zapp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June Days,
D'Angelo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slave,
Crime,
Ultra Naté,
Qualms,
Erasure,
Neu!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
The Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan,
The Wake,
Laurel Aitken,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
F. McDonald,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young,
Moebius,
Liliput,
Porter Ricks,
Carl Craig,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arab on Radar,
Eurythmics,
Cybotron,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.