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 Mauritania and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Dual Sessions to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Bar-Kays,
The Names,
Japan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slave,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Henry Cow,
The Cowsills,
Arthur Verocai,
The Kinks,
Joe Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mantronix,
Inner City,
Das Ding,
Parry Music,
Dual Sessions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Circle Jerks,
Deepchord,
Sandy B,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
OOIOO,
The Index,
Prince Buster,
Khruangbin,
The Blackbyrds,
Outsiders,
Mr. Review,
Delta 5,
Roxette,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Görl,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Talk Talk,
kango's stein massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Metal Thangz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Zeros,
X-102,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Make Up,
H. Thieme,
DJ Style,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.