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 Nepal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cosmic Jokers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Roger Hodgson,
The Stooges,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxy Music,
The Barracudas,
Motorama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Infiniti,
Vainqueur,
Negative Approach,
Wasted Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Alphaville,
Fatback Band,
Animal Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rosa Yemen,
Yellowson,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Graham Central Station,
Sixth Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dead Boys,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
Royal Trux,
Fluxion,
Black Pus,
Maurizio,
Eric Copeland,
The Fugs,
Joy Division,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultravox,
Pierre Henry,
Skaos,
The Velvet Underground,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cure,
Mary Jane Girls,
D'Angelo,
Pussy Galore,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Outsiders,
Cal Tjader,
Los Fastidios,
The Fall,
Metal Thangz,
Sex Pistols,
Crime,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Offenders,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.