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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
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 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 Yazoo 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Arthur Verocai,
Scion,
Ituana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Sherman,
Fugazi,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mojo Men,
Max Romeo,
Lalann,
Radio Birdman,
Eden Ahbez,
The Evens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gap Band,
The Gladiators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
LL Cool J,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Oblivians,
Sugar Minott,
Terry Callier,
Cecil Taylor,
The Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Black Bananas,
Gang Green,
Dead Boys,
The Gun Club,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young,
Bobby Womack,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiopuhelimet,
June Days,
Rekid,
Sparks,
Albert Ayler,
Connie Case,
The Gories,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Aloha Tigers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Khruangbin,
Spandau Ballet,
Metal Thangz,
David Bowie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lucky Dragons,
Cluster,
The Five Americans,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.