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 Dominican Republic and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 B.T. Express to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Tres Demented,
World's Most,
John Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Man Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Malaria!,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Massinfluence,
Funkadelic,
Tubeway Army,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerrie Biddell,
EPMD,
Robert Hood,
The Music Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sister Nancy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mad Mike,
Television Personalities,
LL Cool J,
Deepchord,
Tim Buckley,
Siglo XX,
Letta Mbulu,
Darondo,
Clear Light,
Toni Rubio,
Deadbeat,
One Last Wish,
Mars,
Aswad,
Reuben Wilson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barbara Tucker,
OOIOO,
David Axelrod,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Standells,
Crooked Eye,
Iggy Pop,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Beau Brummels,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bauhaus,
Yellowson,
Rakim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magazine,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.