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 Paraguay and from Johannesburg.
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 Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Desert Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Godley & Creme,
The Music Machine,
The Star Department,
Kevin Saunderson,
Babytalk,
Connie Case,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris & Cosey,
Fatback Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Tremeloes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick Morgan,
Suicide,
Inner City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kaleidoscope,
Charles Mingus,
The Velvet Underground,
The Zeros,
Eve St. Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Davy DMX,
Darondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
CMW,
Theoretical Girls,
AZ,
The Offenders,
Camouflage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Aswad,
Cameo,
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Teasers,
Pagans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Bar-Kays,
Maurizio,
The Buckinghams,
Model 500,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Residents,
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
Hoover,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
The Skatalites,
The Last Poets,
The Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Royal Trux,
Bill Near,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.