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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Con Funk Shun to the crunk 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
the Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crime,
Chris & Cosey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fatback Band,
Rakim,
The Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronan,
Ten City,
Wings,
Kaleidoscope,
Arcadia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kas Product,
The Blackbyrds,
Depeche Mode,
Buzzcocks,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lungfish,
Adolescents,
OOIOO,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Smog,
Camouflage,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gregory Isaacs,
cv313,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pylon,
Ossler,
The Skatalites,
Spandau Ballet,
Ice-T,
Charles Mingus,
Toni Rubio,
Pantytec,
The Monochrome Set,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Section 25,
Khruangbin,
AZ,
Freddie Wadling,
E-Dancer,
Warren Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Black Moon,
FM Einheit,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.