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 Cyprus and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Juan Atkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Fraelich,
the Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reuben Wilson,
Wire,
Brothers Johnson,
Patti Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers,
Carl Craig,
Nas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Mills,
Intrusion,
Black Sheep,
Darondo,
Moby Grape,
Public Enemy,
John Holt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Quadrant,
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lungfish,
Faust,
Average White Band,
Suicide,
Sandy B,
Derrick May,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Can,
The Mojo Men,
Bang On A Can,
The United States of America,
The Blues Magoos,
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Invisible,
The Dirtbombs,
Junior Murvin,
The Victims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
UT,
Judy Mowatt,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.