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 El Salvador 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Con Funk Shun to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
David McCallum,
Radio Birdman,
Thee Headcoats,
Brick,
Outsiders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tim Buckley,
Zero Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Index,
Moby Grape,
Niagra,
The Index,
Hoover,
Agent Orange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Wake,
Severed Heads,
Marc Almond,
the Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Arab on Radar,
Sixth Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Depeche Mode,
B.T. Express,
Rekid,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smoke,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare,
Masters at Work,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Finger,
Warsaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Leonard Cohen,
Monks,
Amazonics,
Das Ding,
the Fania All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dead Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
the Normal,
Yusef Lateef,
Scrapy,
The United States of America,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy Collins,
Shuggie Otis,
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros,
Eric Copeland,
Prince Buster,
The Martian,
World's Most,
Andrew Hill,
Public Enemy,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.