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 Mexico and from Accra.
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 Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 R.M.O. to the rap 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
One Last Wish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tom Boy,
Jacques Brel,
Lyres,
Vainqueur,
Nico,
Black Moon,
UT,
Fugazi,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fad Gadget,
This Heat,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
Alice Coltrane,
Josef K,
Delta 5,
Altered Images,
The Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Theoretical Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Boredoms,
Radio Birdman,
Eve St. Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Scientists,
Rakim,
The Busters,
Chris & Cosey,
the Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bush Tetras,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joyce Sims,
Colin Newman,
Camouflage,
Marmalade,
Todd Rundgren,
Judy Mowatt,
Motorama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Au Pairs,
John Coltrane,
The Sonics,
June Days,
Alison Limerick,
Tommy Roe,
Echospace,
Amazonics,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.