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 Norway and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
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 clarinet 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the funk 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Mandrill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Barracudas,
Sixth Finger,
Oblivians,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick May,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
Delta 5,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
H. Thieme,
Smog,
The New Christs,
Juan Atkins,
Nils Olav,
Depeche Mode,
David McCallum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vainqueur,
Dorothy Ashby,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Steve Hackett,
Yellowson,
Marmalade,
Schoolly D,
David Bowie,
Animal Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Mantronix,
The Associates,
Gang Starr,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bluetip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hardrive,
Average White Band,
Lungfish,
The Red Krayola,
The Kinks,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pulsallama,
Q65,
Wire,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.