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 Botswana and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grunge 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Sparks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rufus Thomas,
Rites of Spring,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barbara Tucker,
Youth Brigade,
48th St. Collective,
Eurythmics,
Los Fastidios,
Tom Boy,
Moebius,
Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Das Ding,
Rod Modell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Basic Channel,
The Knickerbockers,
The Music Machine,
Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Moss Icon,
Inner City,
Freddie Wadling,
Donald Byrd,
Ice-T,
Scientists,
Monolake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
JFA,
Lindisfarne,
Nik Kershaw,
F. McDonald,
Prince Buster,
Nils Olav,
The Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Green,
Patti Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Marine Girls,
E-Dancer,
Mars,
Public Enemy,
Skriet,
Steve Hackett,
Piero Umiliani,
Iggy Pop,
Rekid,
Whodini,
Black Sheep,
Gang of Four,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.