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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 The Seeds to the electroclash 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra,
Bluetip,
The Neon Judgement,
New York Dolls,
The Count Five,
Pagans,
The Star Department,
Blancmange,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry's Kids,
Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Barrington Levy,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
AZ,
Quadrant,
Eric B and Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Zeros,
Reagan Youth,
Pulsallama,
Joy Division,
Dennis Brown,
Nirvana,
Rites of Spring,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Cale,
The Invisible,
Sixth Finger,
Mr. Review,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slits,
Faust,
David Bowie,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Byrd,
Deepchord,
Graham Central Station,
Con Funk Shun,
Sandy B,
Bootsy Collins,
Gabor Szabo,
Yellowson,
ABBA,
Negative Approach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warsaw,
China Crisis,
Don Cherry,
Little Man,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blues Magoos,
Gastr Del Sol,
Duran Duran,
Technova,
Country Teasers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dual Sessions,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.