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 Russia and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Arcadia to the dance 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Last Poets,
Sixth Finger,
Pantaleimon,
a-ha,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pere Ubu,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Lynne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joey Negro,
Eddi Front,
Eurythmics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Techniques,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cal Tjader,
The Busters,
James White and The Blacks,
Warsaw,
R.M.O.,
Dave Gahan,
Groovy Waters,
Delta 5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scan 7,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Martian,
Silicon Teens,
Sandy B,
Wings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
The Dead C,
Lyres,
Hasil Adkins,
cv313,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Can,
Brand Nubian,
Crash Course in Science,
Rekid,
Althea and Donna,
Gerry Rafferty,
Al Stewart,
Average White Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q65,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Babytalk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q and Not U,
Tommy Roe,
Motorama,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.