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 Ghana and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cecil Taylor to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Technova,
Boogie Down Productions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agitation Free,
Wolf Eyes,
Liliput,
Urselle,
Gang of Four,
Lindisfarne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Martian,
Heaven 17,
The Offenders,
Skaos,
Byron Stingily,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Evens,
Sun Ra,
Scan 7,
Ultra Naté,
Shoche,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alison Limerick,
The Leaves,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magma,
Minnie Riperton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anakelly,
The Selecter,
The Index,
The Stooges,
Procol Harum,
The J.B.'s,
Brothers Johnson,
Zapp,
Siglo XX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Oblivians,
Joy Division,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sixth Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed,
The Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul II Soul,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Cale,
Organ,
Surgeon,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.