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 Andorra and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rock 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
In Retrospect,
Trumans Water,
The Martian,
KRS-One,
Eve St. Jones,
Japan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Metal Thangz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Tres Demented,
David Bowie,
Stereo Dub,
Carl Craig,
Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Marvin Gaye,
Wolf Eyes,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
Animal Collective,
Chrome,
June Days,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fat Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Altered Images,
Whodini,
The Saints,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Index,
Little Man,
Lou Christie,
Black Pus,
Bang On A Can,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fall,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Hill,
Simply Red,
Ronnie Foster,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Music Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glenn Branca,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker,
Minor Threat,
Silicon Teens,
The Human League,
The Cure,
The American Breed,
Angry Samoans,
L. Decosne,
The Names,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.