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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Circle Jerks to the funk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Bluetip,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Swell Maps,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quantec,
The Fugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liliput,
Tom Boy,
Tommy Roe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Real Kids,
Deepchord,
World's Most,
the Germs,
Con Funk Shun,
Reagan Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Thompson Twins,
F. McDonald,
R.M.O.,
Desert Stars,
One Last Wish,
Television,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tubeway Army,
David Bowie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dead C,
The Associates,
Junior Murvin,
Fat Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Q65,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Susan Cadogan,
The Durutti Column,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Lynne,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Adolescents,
The J.B.'s,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Enemy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scan 7,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.