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 Bhutan and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Hardrive to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Aswad,
Pere Ubu,
The Offenders,
Malaria!,
Dennis Brown,
The Moleskins,
The Last Poets,
Tropical Tobacco,
Main Source,
Black Moon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sixth Finger,
Black Pus,
Massinfluence,
The Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Order,
Section 25,
the Normal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Toasters,
Reagan Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June of 44,
Saccharine Trust,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül,
The United States of America,
DJ Sneak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Urselle,
Bobby Sherman,
The Litter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Mills,
Metal Thangz,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boogie Down Productions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Invisible,
Technova,
Thee Headcoats,
The Trojans,
The Moody Blues,
Eli Mardock,
The Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smiths,
Blake Baxter,
Jandek,
Fugazi,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.