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 Uzbekistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 The American Breed to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blackbyrds,
The Names,
FM Einheit,
Gang of Four,
Zero Boys,
The Last Poets,
Alton Ellis,
X-102,
The Vogues,
Sun City Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Brothers Johnson,
Goldenarms,
Gichy Dan,
Buzzcocks,
Glenn Branca,
The Searchers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Tears for Fears,
Sound Behaviour,
The Associates,
Pagans,
Japan,
Black Moon,
Iggy Pop,
Franke,
The Smoke,
Albert Ayler,
Parry Music,
Ossler,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Bananas,
Massinfluence,
Pantaleimon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quantec,
48th St. Collective,
Neu!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Junior Murvin,
The Raincoats,
The Real Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Roxette,
Gang Starr,
the Germs,
Gong,
The United States of America,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Niagra,
Shoche,
Lyres,
The Kinks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crash Course in Science,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.