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 Sweden and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cybotron to the dance 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Marine Girls,
The Sound,
Joy Division,
Joey Negro,
MDC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mandrill,
Pantytec,
The Evens,
Fat Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zero Boys,
Wings,
Reuben Wilson,
The Beau Brummels,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DNA,
The Remains,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Skaos,
The Trojans,
Ohio Players,
Deakin,
Shuggie Otis,
Basic Channel,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Half Japanese,
Underground Resistance,
Schoolly D,
Bill Near,
Bill Wells,
The Standells,
In Retrospect,
Brass Construction,
Bob Dylan,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yazoo,
John Holt,
June Days,
Piero Umiliani,
Oneida,
Gong,
Ultravox,
Nick Fraelich,
Minutemen,
These Immortal Souls,
The Durutti Column,
Unwound,
Neu!,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.