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 Guinea-Bissau and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Modern Lovers,
New Order,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deakin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang On A Can,
Average White Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grey Daturas,
The Angels of Light,
Ultravox,
Wasted Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Starr,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Clarke,
Hasil Adkins,
PIL,
Animal Collective,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minutemen,
Eddi Front,
the Normal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brothers Johnson,
New Age Steppers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chrome,
La Düsseldorf,
Lower 48,
Banda Bassotti,
Drexciya,
Kerri Chandler,
Susan Cadogan,
Suicide,
Hoover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart,
Los Fastidios,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The American Breed,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Machine,
Whodini,
Pagans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Pus,
Ultra Naté,
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.