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 Benin and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jacob Miller to the funk 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Barracudas,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Lynne,
Wally Richardson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young,
Pole,
cv313,
The Velvet Underground,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick Morgan,
Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sandy B,
The Litter,
Soul II Soul,
PIL,
Blancmange,
X-Ray Spex,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doors,
World's Most,
Ossler,
The Black Dice,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Easy Going,
Skaos,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Saints,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Skarface,
Qualms,
Thompson Twins,
K-Klass,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Black Moon,
Agitation Free,
Arcadia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zero Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Archie Shepp,
Dave Gahan,
The Gun Club,
48th St. Collective,
Public Enemy,
Rotary Connection,
Hasil Adkins,
H. Thieme,
Camberwell Now,
L. Decosne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Massinfluence,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.