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 Latvia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Monochrome Set to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Index,
Rapeman,
Spoonie Gee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ken Boothe,
The Associates,
Lungfish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ossler,
Idris Muhammad,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
Sparks,
UT,
Bluetip,
Cymande,
Kerri Chandler,
Eve St. Jones,
Wasted Youth,
Arcadia,
Barrington Levy,
Faraquet,
Simply Red,
The Leaves,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Pagans,
Skriet,
Nas,
Sight & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Alton Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Dennis Brown,
The Kinks,
Babytalk,
X-101,
Radio Birdman,
Outsiders,
Boredoms,
KRS-One,
Magma,
48th St. Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
Pylon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Cale,
Fear,
Tim Buckley,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Leonard Cohen,
Reagan Youth,
Erasure,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.