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 Ethiopia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Japan to the rap 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Visage,
Morten Harket,
Basic Channel,
Boz Scaggs,
Scientists,
Junior Murvin,
The Velvet Underground,
Brass Construction,
Tommy Roe,
China Crisis,
Little Man,
Shuggie Otis,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vladislav Delay,
The Invisible,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bush Tetras,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Womack,
The Gap Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
B.T. Express,
cv313,
Rotary Connection,
Ten City,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
48th St. Collective,
The Real Kids,
H. Thieme,
The Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yaz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dead C,
This Heat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eurythmics,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
E-Dancer,
The Residents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Negative Approach,
Los Fastidios,
The Buckinghams,
Yazoo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tubeway Army,
Aloha Tigers,
The New Christs,
Warsaw,
Average White Band,
Ice-T,
Al Stewart,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.