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 Turkmenistan and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 The Toasters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ponytail,
The Mojo Men,
Sparks,
The Trojans,
Tubeway Army,
Joey Negro,
Duran Duran,
Tres Demented,
The Mummies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spandau Ballet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Victims,
Niagra,
Wings,
Sight & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Hasil Adkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DNA,
Lindisfarne,
Second Layer,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Mills,
Flash Fearless,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Style,
Cameo,
Negative Approach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Junior Murvin,
Cal Tjader,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Byrd,
Monks,
Agent Orange,
The Offenders,
Johnny Clarke,
Nils Olav,
Aural Exciters,
Section 25,
Eric Dolphy,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
Public Image Ltd.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
Bronski Beat,
Harmonia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Whodini,
John Holt,
Black Sheep,
the Swans,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.