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 Belize and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jacques Brel to the disco 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Rekid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Q and Not U,
Faraquet,
Magma,
Mad Mike,
Marmalade,
Jacob Miller,
EPMD,
Soul II Soul,
Duran Duran,
Delon & Dalcan,
Colin Newman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Zapp,
Ornette Coleman,
Funky Four + One,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Order,
The Monochrome Set,
Inner City,
Organ,
Main Source,
Bootsy Collins,
The Wake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dead Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Symarip,
Nico,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Evens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television Personalities,
Spoonie Gee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Clarke,
Mars,
Lightning Bolt,
The Black Dice,
Fad Gadget,
James White and The Blacks,
Pulsallama,
Tom Boy,
Jacques Brel,
Spandau Ballet,
La Düsseldorf,
Letta Mbulu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cluster,
The Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.