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 Turkey and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
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 synthesizer 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rap 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultra Naté,
The Fugs,
The Saints,
Crash Course in Science,
OOIOO,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Warren Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Halsall,
the Germs,
Harmonia,
A Certain Ratio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Lyres,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anthony Braxton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Shoche,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doobie Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter & Gordon,
L. Decosne,
Stiv Bators,
Jacob Miller,
Dark Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q65,
Scratch Acid,
Connie Case,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cure,
Dual Sessions,
Minny Pops,
Wolf Eyes,
The Angels of Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Shadows of Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Althea and Donna,
Television Personalities,
The Cramps,
Blake Baxter,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Henry Cow,
Pantaleimon,
Young Marble Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nirvana,
Pantytec,
the Bar-Kays,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Unwound,
Circle Jerks,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.