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 China and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Newcleus to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Lindisfarne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Flash Fearless,
The Knickerbockers,
Masters at Work,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Aswad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Essential Logic,
Cluster,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
KRS-One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scratch Acid,
The Zeros,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABBA,
The Index,
Basic Channel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Buzzcocks,
The Star Department,
London Community Gospel Choir,
In Retrospect,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang of Four,
The Residents,
Glenn Branca,
The Invisible,
Joe Finger,
Nico,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eli Mardock,
Ronnie Foster,
Sällskapet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mars,
Marc Almond,
Junior Murvin,
T.S.O.L.,
Fela Kuti,
Q and Not U,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
Minutemen,
Adolescents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skarface,
Section 25,
Chris Corsano,
Pierre Henry,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.