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 Andorra and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Newcleus to the dance 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kurtis Blow,
Duran Duran,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sarah Menescal,
Vainqueur,
Scientists,
Rites of Spring,
Fluxion,
Grauzone,
Black Moon,
The Red Krayola,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faust,
H. Thieme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thee Headcoats,
New York Dolls,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Lower 48,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra,
Yazoo,
Minutemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rod Modell,
Dark Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Pulsallama,
Godley & Creme,
ABBA,
Camouflage,
Tears for Fears,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
Make Up,
T.S.O.L.,
Livin' Joy,
Buzzcocks,
Simply Red,
Bill Near,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed,
Lou Christie,
Japan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
D'Angelo,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Khruangbin,
Moss Icon,
Kenny Larkin,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.