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 Senegal and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alton Ellis to the grunge 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marvin Gaye,
Jawbox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gladiators,
Todd Rundgren,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bob Dylan,
Sugar Minott,
Zapp,
Newcleus,
Sonic Youth,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gories,
Ohio Players,
Letta Mbulu,
Second Layer,
Saccharine Trust,
Heaven 17,
Yellowson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The New Christs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ossler,
Silicon Teens,
The Grass Roots,
The Standells,
The Wake,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monochrome Set,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
PIL,
Q and Not U,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Red Krayola,
U.S. Maple,
Average White Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masters at Work,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harry Pussy,
The Victims,
Erykah Badu,
Bush Tetras,
Magma,
Joey Negro,
Black Pus,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rites of Spring,
The Dead C,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kaleidoscope,
Bad Manners,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fall,
Sixth Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.