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 Pakistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 The Vogues to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
The Techniques,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tim Buckley,
John Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Anthony Braxton,
Davy DMX,
Arcadia,
Babytalk,
Alison Limerick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cheater Slicks,
Main Source,
Pantaleimon,
The Durutti Column,
Sonic Youth,
Basic Channel,
Minnie Riperton,
The Motions,
Graham Central Station,
Fat Boys,
The Standells,
Susan Cadogan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
LL Cool J,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Wyatt,
the Association,
Vladislav Delay,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-102,
Kenny Larkin,
Rod Modell,
Joey Negro,
Janne Schatter,
June of 44,
Boz Scaggs,
Make Up,
Slick Rick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rekid,
Buzzcocks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dead C,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Simply Red,
Johnny Osbourne,
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masters at Work,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.