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 Guyana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Khruangbin 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Mandrill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brass Construction,
Blossom Toes,
the Germs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Saccharine Trust,
Angry Samoans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Second Layer,
The Cure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mary Jane Girls,
In Retrospect,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul II Soul,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Görl,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick Morgan,
Bronski Beat,
The Saints,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eli Mardock,
The Wake,
Sight & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rites of Spring,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barry Ungar,
kango's stein massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Pus,
Bauhaus,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
Vladislav Delay,
Intrusion,
Pussy Galore,
Ohio Players,
Marshall Jefferson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liliput,
Chris & Cosey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lindisfarne,
Main Source,
Half Japanese,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.