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 Paraguay and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Donald Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Teasers,
Fatback Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spoonie Gee,
Aaron Thompson,
Ponytail,
Tommy Roe,
Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Franke,
The Residents,
Yaz,
The Zeros,
the Germs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Colin Newman,
X-101,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed,
Vladislav Delay,
Tom Boy,
June of 44,
The Slits,
The Gap Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Cecil Taylor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pop Group,
Grey Daturas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hasil Adkins,
The Standells,
Aswad,
Skaos,
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erasure,
Symarip,
Roxette,
Bobby Womack,
Reagan Youth,
Angry Samoans,
The Angels of Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hoover,
Freddie Wadling,
Slave,
Eurythmics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delta 5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
Ultra Naté,
Nirvana,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.