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 Marshall Islands and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Lydon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
World's Most,
Masters at Work,
Tubeway Army,
Faust,
Minor Threat,
Pharoah Sanders,
B.T. Express,
Byron Stingily,
Idris Muhammad,
Procol Harum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Divine Comedy,
K-Klass,
Danielle Patucci,
Graham Central Station,
D'Angelo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Youth Brigade,
The Blues Magoos,
The Human League,
Moss Icon,
Banda Bassotti,
Lyres,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skarface,
Qualms,
Alton Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Kas Product,
the Fania All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Depeche Mode,
Cameo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Moebius,
The Real Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Brass Construction,
Yusef Lateef,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Y Pants,
Robert Wyatt,
Nils Olav,
the Bar-Kays,
Boredoms,
La Düsseldorf,
The New Christs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moody Blues,
Marine Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Drive Like Jehu,
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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.