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 Gambia and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Second Layer to the grime 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Malaria!,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Trojans,
LL Cool J,
Lyres,
Hoover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Fraelich,
Marvin Gaye,
48th St. Collective,
Shoche,
Flamin' Groovies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eve St. Jones,
The Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moby Grape,
Nas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quando Quango,
Nico,
Visage,
Pylon,
Lalann,
The Leaves,
Depeche Mode,
The Motions,
Mo-Dettes,
Eurythmics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Machine,
Das Ding,
JFA,
Von Mondo,
Neu!,
Ludus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cecil Taylor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moebius,
The Neon Judgement,
Sällskapet,
Panda Bear,
Hashim,
The Monks,
Q and Not U,
Kaleidoscope,
Lee Hazlewood,
Adolescents,
kango's stein massive,
Sarah Menescal,
Con Funk Shun,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Finger,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.