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 Estonia and from London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kaleidoscope,
Severed Heads,
Donald Byrd,
the Sonics,
Boredoms,
Stiv Bators,
Buzzcocks,
AZ,
Danielle Patucci,
Mary Jane Girls,
Trumans Water,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultravox,
Shuggie Otis,
The Walker Brothers,
Quando Quango,
The Residents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Little Man,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cowsills,
Babytalk,
B.T. Express,
Don Cherry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doors,
Newcleus,
Crime,
Clear Light,
Alphaville,
Circle Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Interpol,
Warren Ellis,
The Real Kids,
Aswad,
Barry Ungar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hot Snakes,
Section 25,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Simply Red,
The Busters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Gabor Szabo,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.