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 Peru and from New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ituana to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Deepchord,
Neu!,
Cecil Taylor,
New Order,
The Durutti Column,
Surgeon,
Country Teasers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lakeside,
Nick Fraelich,
Q65,
Gichy Dan,
The Seeds,
The Selecter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Whodini,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Star Department,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zapp,
Mars,
Scott Walker,
The Dirtbombs,
The Tremeloes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fat Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Cybotron,
Junior Murvin,
Metal Thangz,
The Human League,
Trumans Water,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cowsills,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mr. Review,
Sight & Sound,
Skaos,
Andrew Hill,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cramps,
The Gun Club,
a-ha,
Yusef Lateef,
Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Toni Rubio,
Siglo XX,
Hoover,
Sparks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Ten City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.