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 Oman and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Quando Quango to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Bob Dylan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masters at Work,
Interpol,
Junior Murvin,
Marine Girls,
Nils Olav,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barry Ungar,
Byron Stingily,
Goldenarms,
Deakin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Los Fastidios,
Eurythmics,
John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Pussy Galore,
Tommy Roe,
Roxy Music,
Hoover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joyce Sims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Japan,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlback,
CMW,
Gong,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Severed Heads,
Nation of Ulysses,
Average White Band,
Robert Wyatt,
T. Rex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Urselle,
Flash Fearless,
Cluster,
The Residents,
Mandrill,
Metal Thangz,
The Beau Brummels,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Charles Mingus,
The Evens,
Blossom Toes,
The Happenings,
The Barracudas,
Graham Central Station,
Trumans Water,
Carl Craig,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.