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 Gabon and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Aural Exciters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
K-Klass,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Judy Mowatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang of Four,
The United States of America,
Minor Threat,
Terry Callier,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jandek,
Soft Machine,
Television,
The Barracudas,
James White and The Blacks,
Fatback Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flipper,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eve St. Jones,
Monks,
Gang Starr,
Glenn Branca,
Eden Ahbez,
The American Breed,
Stiv Bators,
The Kinks,
Rod Modell,
Donny Hathaway,
Average White Band,
The Birthday Party,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nico,
Deepchord,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cure,
Faraquet,
Blossom Toes,
Brothers Johnson,
Half Japanese,
Joensuu 1685,
Depeche Mode,
Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Qualms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Eli Mardock,
Godley & Creme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Görl,
The Wake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.