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 Taiwan and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rap 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Davy DMX,
R.M.O.,
Sparks,
The Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harmonia,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slackers,
Roxy Music,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Christie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camberwell Now,
the Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Ken Boothe,
Black Flag,
Bobby Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eve St. Jones,
PIL,
Byron Stingily,
The Pretty Things,
Brass Construction,
Skriet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Livin' Joy,
Joyce Sims,
Camouflage,
Michelle Simonal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flipper,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
Tom Boy,
Symarip,
Neu!,
Lungfish,
Babytalk,
The J.B.'s,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Black Moon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marmalade,
Ossler,
Unwound,
Delta 5,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fat Boys,
Chrome,
EPMD,
Bobby Womack,
Lightning Bolt,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.