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 Armenia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Pet Shop Boys to the jazz 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Japan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Subhumans,
The Techniques,
The Busters,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiohead,
Johnny Clarke,
Anthony Braxton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Khruangbin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Al Stewart,
Negative Approach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
The Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül II,
This Heat,
Hoover,
James White and The Blacks,
R.M.O.,
DJ Sneak,
Sixth Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Morten Harket,
The Misunderstood,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monochrome Set,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Green,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Au Pairs,
Main Source,
Albert Ayler,
CMW,
Avey Tare,
Guru Guru,
Model 500,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days,
Groovy Waters,
Max Romeo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Wasted Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aloha Tigers,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.