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 Belarus and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 The Monks to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Qualms,
The Zeros,
The Birthday Party,
Boredoms,
the Slits,
Babytalk,
Stetsasonic,
Ken Boothe,
Audionom,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Clear Light,
Outsiders,
Sarah Menescal,
Scratch Acid,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker,
Guru Guru,
James White and The Blacks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fat Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Lakeside,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Names,
Heaven 17,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Don Cherry,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hot Snakes,
Bang On A Can,
The Happenings,
Magma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Martian,
Fluxion,
The Gladiators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Human League,
Bauhaus,
Brass Construction,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sandy B,
Roxette,
Infiniti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blancmange,
AZ,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.