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 Turkey and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Prince Buster to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
New York Dolls,
Mission of Burma,
Crime,
Roy Ayers,
Roxette,
The Pop Group,
Moss Icon,
Bill Near,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Don Cherry,
Niagra,
Cybotron,
Suburban Knight,
Glenn Branca,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Move,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
Essential Logic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Eve St. Jones,
Interpol,
Sparks,
Boz Scaggs,
Little Man,
Smog,
Archie Shepp,
Sandy B,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxy Music,
The Motions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris Corsano,
Brothers Johnson,
D'Angelo,
Alice Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blake Baxter,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monks,
Carl Craig,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kaleidoscope,
Banda Bassotti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Kurtis Blow,
the Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sugar Minott,
Colin Newman,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.