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 Samoa and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nico to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pussy Galore,
The Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Chris & Cosey,
Carl Craig,
Rufus Thomas,
Yellowson,
The Dead C,
LL Cool J,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Massinfluence,
The Vogues,
Porter Ricks,
Visage,
Joensuu 1685,
The Seeds,
The Busters,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül,
Surgeon,
Skarface,
ABBA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Darondo,
Cluster,
Hashim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sugar Minott,
The Walker Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy Collins,
Thompson Twins,
John Coltrane,
Index,
Japan,
The Move,
Yaz,
Eric Copeland,
The Zeros,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reagan Youth,
Janne Schatter,
The Velvet Underground,
Intrusion,
the Bar-Kays,
Tubeway Army,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sound Behaviour,
Charles Mingus,
Harmonia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swell Maps,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.