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 Saudi Arabia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Bar-Kays to the grime 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Clarke,
Loose Ends,
Rod Modell,
The Young Rascals,
Man Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick Morgan,
Warsaw,
Fela Kuti,
The Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
Mandrill,
The Techniques,
Soulsonic Force,
The New Christs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terry Callier,
Roxette,
Bobby Womack,
The Slits,
The Trojans,
Skriet,
Leonard Cohen,
Magma,
Saccharine Trust,
Ossler,
Derrick May,
Eden Ahbez,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
K-Klass,
Khruangbin,
Suicide,
Rotary Connection,
Intrusion,
Television,
Joe Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erasure,
Graham Central Station,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Bush Tetras,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Newcleus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dawn Penn,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ken Boothe,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.