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 Halifax.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Vainqueur to the funk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Byron Stingily,
Shoche,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fear,
Eric Copeland,
Kas Product,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Outsiders,
Tres Demented,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lakeside,
Monolake,
MC5,
The Fugs,
Y Pants,
Young Marble Giants,
The Grass Roots,
The Moleskins,
Sarah Menescal,
Monks,
Warsaw,
Robert Hood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Names,
Roxette,
Flipper,
Donny Hathaway,
Loose Ends,
Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultravox,
Pantaleimon,
Tommy Roe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Almond,
Eric Dolphy,
Second Layer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Leonard Cohen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Zeros,
B.T. Express,
Alphaville,
cv313,
The Modern Lovers,
Yusef Lateef,
These Immortal Souls,
CMW,
The Litter,
Visage,
Barry Ungar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.