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 Korea North and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Charles Mingus to the jazz 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Swell Maps,
Dennis Brown,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reuben Wilson,
Radio Birdman,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Isaac Hayes,
Eden Ahbez,
Zero Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Saints,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Motions,
The Grass Roots,
MC5,
Stereo Dub,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fugs,
Moby Grape,
Surgeon,
Outsiders,
In Retrospect,
Visage,
The Slackers,
Supertramp,
Monolake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Piero Umiliani,
B.T. Express,
Cameo,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Hood,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül II,
Oneida,
Zapp,
Mars,
Todd Terry,
cv313,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Brass Construction,
David Axelrod,
Crash Course in Science,
Camberwell Now,
Aswad,
the Normal,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.