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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Angry Samoans to the punk 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Royal Trux,
The Blues Magoos,
Pylon,
Agent Orange,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Womack,
Sonic Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scan 7,
Ludus,
Liliput,
Altered Images,
Porter Ricks,
Outsiders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flash Fearless,
Desert Stars,
Jawbox,
Little Man,
Barry Ungar,
Maleditus Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Lynne,
Oblivians,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Almond,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
KRS-One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Golliwogs,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra,
John Lydon,
Los Fastidios,
Mark Hollis,
Camberwell Now,
The Smoke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
K-Klass,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Archie Shepp,
Arcadia,
the Association,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moss Icon,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sandy B,
These Immortal Souls,
AZ,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.