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 Lesotho and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rap 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Junior Murvin,
Suicide,
Arthur Verocai,
Kenny Larkin,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Hood,
Skaos,
Saccharine Trust,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alphaville,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scratch Acid,
The Gun Club,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Average White Band,
Steve Hackett,
Isaac Hayes,
Dead Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
Joyce Sims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siglo XX,
Patti Smith,
Parry Music,
Laurel Aitken,
The Raincoats,
Nas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Leaves,
Groovy Waters,
Nils Olav,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
E-Dancer,
Tubeway Army,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter and Kerry,
The Skatalites,
Yazoo,
Jacques Brel,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Christie,
The Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
CMW,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.