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 Korea South and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
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 arpeggiator 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 Royal Trux to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
K-Klass,
The Moleskins,
Erykah Badu,
Minnie Riperton,
Cal Tjader,
Barbara Tucker,
Brass Construction,
Fatback Band,
DJ Sneak,
Bluetip,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Techniques,
Zapp,
Bobby Sherman,
Fad Gadget,
Nils Olav,
Blossom Toes,
The Golliwogs,
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
Stereo Dub,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
X-102,
Rufus Thomas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Whodini,
Michelle Simonal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantytec,
Subhumans,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Harry Pussy,
Janne Schatter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crime,
Matthew Bourne,
R.M.O.,
Loose Ends,
Mo-Dettes,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
Crooked Eye,
Ice-T,
John Foxx,
Guru Guru,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cecil Taylor,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.