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 Taiwan and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Joey Negro to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Newcleus,
T. Rex,
The Moody Blues,
The Doors,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fall,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy Collins,
Tim Buckley,
Ossler,
Aural Exciters,
Sister Nancy,
Fluxion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Whodini,
The Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Ornette Coleman,
OOIOO,
Simply Red,
The Toasters,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Finger,
Scrapy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Technova,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Dolphy,
The Trojans,
The Durutti Column,
Von Mondo,
Groovy Waters,
K-Klass,
Mission of Burma,
Tom Boy,
Con Funk Shun,
Lucky Dragons,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Pierre Henry,
Eden Ahbez,
Pole,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Normal,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
The Dirtbombs,
Zapp,
Fela Kuti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Isaac Hayes,
Rosa Yemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Kurtis Blow,
June of 44,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.