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 the UAE and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Scratch Acid to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faraquet,
Essential Logic,
Hardrive,
Joey Negro,
The Mojo Men,
June of 44,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Bananas,
F. McDonald,
Slave,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monks,
Y Pants,
cv313,
Dorothy Ashby,
Khruangbin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Hoover,
The Gun Club,
The Five Americans,
Davy DMX,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aloha Tigers,
Jawbox,
Interpol,
The Cowsills,
Scientists,
Pulsallama,
Jandek,
Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deadbeat,
Scan 7,
Janne Schatter,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Dolphy,
Depeche Mode,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick May,
Skarface,
Arab on Radar,
Lalann,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
Warsaw,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Hill,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang of Four,
DNA,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
Funky Four + One,
Letta Mbulu,
Steve Hackett,
Ituana,
Anthony Braxton,
Yazoo,
The Pretty Things,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.