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 Botswana and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
John Coltrane,
David McCallum,
Lungfish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Theoretical Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Graham Central Station,
Cymande,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faraquet,
Bill Wells,
Alice Coltrane,
Mars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Intrusion,
Nirvana,
John Cale,
Make Up,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Babytalk,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Order,
The Moleskins,
A Certain Ratio,
Hot Snakes,
The Raincoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deepchord,
Chris Corsano,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
Schoolly D,
Clear Light,
Goldenarms,
Con Funk Shun,
June Days,
Hardrive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neu!,
Brand Nubian,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agent Orange,
Scan 7,
Sex Pistols,
Newcleus,
the Human League,
The Monks,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
the Association,
Man Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep,
Sparks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.