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 Laos 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rufus Thomas to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Jacob Miller,
Black Flag,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hardrive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Knickerbockers,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Sherman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nils Olav,
The Mummies,
Steve Hackett,
Country Teasers,
Isaac Hayes,
Nirvana,
Pantaleimon,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra,
Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Byron Stingily,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Japan,
Don Cherry,
Ten City,
Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arthur Verocai,
Flash Fearless,
Suburban Knight,
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Bad Manners,
Yellowson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Wyatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Zero Boys,
Porter Ricks,
The Blackbyrds,
Blossom Toes,
Silicon Teens,
Fad Gadget,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Stereo Dub,
Heaven 17,
This Heat,
Audionom,
Vainqueur,
The Selecter,
Excepter,
Ossler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Average White Band,
Amazonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.