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 Yemen and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
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 marimba 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 Rotary Connection to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Q65,
Sex Pistols,
Pharoah Sanders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Motorama,
PIL,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pop Group,
AZ,
Thee Headcoats,
Aswad,
cv313,
Panda Bear,
Schoolly D,
Wolf Eyes,
Erykah Badu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ludus,
The Move,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Hood,
Pagans,
The Happenings,
The Selecter,
X-102,
The Offenders,
Quando Quango,
Dark Day,
Yellowson,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Machine,
The Sound,
The Cowsills,
Main Source,
Dave Gahan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Silicon Teens,
Lakeside,
New Order,
Smog,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anakelly,
Jawbox,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fugs,
U.S. Maple,
Al Stewart,
Lower 48,
Oblivians,
Neu!,
ABC,
The Techniques,
Negative Approach,
June Days,
Joe Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Au Pairs,
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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.