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 Qatar 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Make Up to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mission of Burma,
cv313,
Crooked Eye,
Archie Shepp,
Soul II Soul,
Gang of Four,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Massinfluence,
Outsiders,
Khruangbin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delta 5,
Sun City Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Magma,
Donny Hathaway,
Fatback Band,
Jacques Brel,
This Heat,
The Motions,
Grauzone,
Bill Wells,
Quando Quango,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fortunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Al Stewart,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moebius,
Altered Images,
The Barracudas,
The Selecter,
Sparks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sällskapet,
Bush Tetras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxette,
The Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented,
Dawn Penn,
Graham Central Station,
Porter Ricks,
Oblivians,
Agitation Free,
Minutemen,
Schoolly D,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.