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 Romania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 John Coltrane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
the Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Q and Not U,
Drexciya,
Scion,
Rod Modell,
One Last Wish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maurizio,
Sparks,
World's Most,
Goldenarms,
The J.B.'s,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pretty Things,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doors,
Aural Exciters,
Tom Boy,
Sister Nancy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Pus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Hood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dorothy Ashby,
Subhumans,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Ultravox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Swell Maps,
Aaron Thompson,
JFA,
The Count Five,
Heaven 17,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Vogues,
Pierre Henry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mantronix,
Delta 5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Max Romeo,
The Velvet Underground,
The Zeros,
The Doobie Brothers,
cv313,
The Fugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Bowie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Desert Stars,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.