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 Guinea-Bissau and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Derrick May to the dance 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Sheep,
Roxette,
Tres Demented,
Joyce Sims,
Peter and Kerry,
The Durutti Column,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Gang Dance,
Davy DMX,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Don Cherry,
Make Up,
Dennis Brown,
Cameo,
The Associates,
Johnny Clarke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pretty Things,
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD,
Simply Red,
The Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fall,
Index,
The Cramps,
Gabor Szabo,
Lower 48,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Black Dice,
Rod Modell,
Aaron Thompson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker,
Leonard Cohen,
Sam Rivers,
Swell Maps,
Scion,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glenn Branca,
Tim Buckley,
Niagra,
Lalann,
The Count Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Red Krayola,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Steve Hackett,
Gastr Del Sol,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.