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 Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '50s 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 The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erasure,
Derrick May,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fortunes,
The J.B.'s,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang of Four,
Minor Threat,
Monolake,
Ituana,
Soul II Soul,
Make Up,
Cecil Taylor,
H. Thieme,
Newcleus,
Pere Ubu,
Wasted Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gong,
Buzzcocks,
Bang On A Can,
Essential Logic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
The Birthday Party,
Lucky Dragons,
Animal Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Patti Smith,
X-101,
Royal Trux,
Bronski Beat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erykah Badu,
the Bar-Kays,
Girls At Our Best!,
PIL,
Urselle,
Kerri Chandler,
The Remains,
Interpol,
Terrestrial Tones,
Basic Channel,
Darondo,
a-ha,
Scion,
Minutemen,
The Gap Band,
Negative Approach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Real Kids,
Moss Icon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.