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 United Kingdom and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Funky Four + One to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Au Pairs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Circle Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Joe Smooth,
the Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doors,
The Standells,
Scan 7,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Victims,
Mark Hollis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blake Baxter,
Marvin Gaye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Groovy Waters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Sneak,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Steve Hackett,
Tres Demented,
Bush Tetras,
The Five Americans,
Organ,
Hashim,
Sam Rivers,
Ralphi Rosario,
B.T. Express,
Rufus Thomas,
Reuben Wilson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos,
The Skatalites,
Theoretical Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
CMW,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Order,
Simply Red,
Darondo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Divine Comedy,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.