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 Bolivia and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gladiators to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
The Stooges,
Jeff Mills,
Yaz,
Nirvana,
The Tremeloes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Panda Bear,
Cameo,
Radiohead,
Terry Callier,
Make Up,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Residents,
Severed Heads,
ABBA,
Jerry's Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scientists,
The Smoke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Clear Light,
U.S. Maple,
Yazoo,
Donny Hathaway,
Eden Ahbez,
the Association,
PIL,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris & Cosey,
Urselle,
Q and Not U,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blackbyrds,
Maleditus Sound,
Nas,
Joy Division,
Buzzcocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Simply Red,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dawn Penn,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantytec,
Infiniti,
Glenn Branca,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
OOIOO,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ituana,
Joensuu 1685,
The Alarm Clocks,
Motorama,
Shoche,
Pussy Galore,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.