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 Turkmenistan and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Intrusion to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Unrelated Segments,
Donald Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fortunes,
Fear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siglo XX,
The United States of America,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Wyatt,
Max Romeo,
48th St. Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Los Fastidios,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Yaz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Association,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T. Rex,
Marine Girls,
Japan,
Fluxion,
Cymande,
Y Pants,
Joe Smooth,
Duran Duran,
The Mummies,
The Moleskins,
Lucky Dragons,
Television,
Soul II Soul,
Accadde A,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Josef K,
The Associates,
Yellowson,
The Pop Group,
D'Angelo,
The Neon Judgement,
Donny Hathaway,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Q and Not U,
Bluetip,
X-102,
The Knickerbockers,
Quantec,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rekid,
Aaron Thompson,
Urselle,
Robert Hood,
Alice Coltrane,
The Names,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.