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 the UAE and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Suburban Knight to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Chrome,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fugs,
Massinfluence,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter and Kerry,
Goldenarms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slick Rick,
Essential Logic,
Funkadelic,
Eden Ahbez,
The Remains,
Sex Pistols,
Nirvana,
Pierre Henry,
Q65,
One Last Wish,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Almond,
The Gories,
Skarface,
Archie Shepp,
Lungfish,
Dead Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Mars,
Urselle,
Dennis Brown,
Pagans,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül II,
Tommy Roe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
U.S. Maple,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Skaos,
Loose Ends,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker,
Bluetip,
The Victims,
Minny Pops,
The Fall,
Pole,
Underground Resistance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mummies,
Desert Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rotary Connection,
The Last Poets,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eddi Front,
Mandrill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.