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 Andorra and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Colin Newman to the grime 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Godley & Creme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Names,
Man Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Roxette,
Cecil Taylor,
Donny Hathaway,
Unwound,
Scrapy,
Thee Headcoats,
Chrome,
Rosa Yemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smoke,
Sparks,
Donald Byrd,
Suicide,
Von Mondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Circle Jerks,
Mantronix,
Underground Resistance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Red Krayola,
Roxy Music,
Erykah Badu,
Wings,
Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Arcadia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Moby Grape,
The Grass Roots,
New Order,
Joey Negro,
Slave,
Soulsonic Force,
Das Ding,
The Gun Club,
Ultravox,
The Fuzztones,
Young Marble Giants,
CMW,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pere Ubu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Starr,
Flash Fearless,
Pantaleimon,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter & Gordon,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.