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 Tunisia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 The Sonics to the techno 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
Joey Negro,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oneida,
Amon Düül II,
Sparks,
Ituana,
The Monochrome Set,
Guru Guru,
The Gories,
the Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Bowie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Albert Ayler,
Shoche,
Laurel Aitken,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra,
Cameo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantaleimon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Letta Mbulu,
New Order,
The Techniques,
Mission of Burma,
Radio Birdman,
Yellowson,
Tim Buckley,
Depeche Mode,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MDC,
One Last Wish,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gun Club,
Parry Music,
Fad Gadget,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scientists,
X-Ray Spex,
Mark Hollis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faust,
Marc Almond,
Stiv Bators,
Bang On A Can,
Pierre Henry,
Danielle Patucci,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Zeros,
Livin' Joy,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.