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 Ghana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Wally Richardson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Tim Buckley,
The Smiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
F. McDonald,
David McCallum,
John Foxx,
Eden Ahbez,
Fluxion,
Alton Ellis,
Duran Duran,
The Stooges,
Ken Boothe,
Mark Hollis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Youth Brigade,
Glenn Branca,
Underground Resistance,
The Index,
Marc Almond,
The Techniques,
Groovy Waters,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
Stereo Dub,
Moebius,
Bootsy Collins,
Barry Ungar,
The Associates,
Albert Ayler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tom Boy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June of 44,
Scion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sarah Menescal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fatback Band,
Hasil Adkins,
DNA,
Patti Smith,
Tears for Fears,
The Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cluster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Massinfluence,
Mars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Hill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young,
Fugazi,
Moss Icon,
The Selecter,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.