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 United States and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Babytalk to the jazz 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unrelated Segments,
Clear Light,
Janne Schatter,
Roxy Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stiv Bators,
Glenn Branca,
Shoche,
Fugazi,
Moebius,
Excepter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Junior Murvin,
Average White Band,
The Golliwogs,
The Velvet Underground,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Star Department,
Magazine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yaz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Move,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
a-ha,
Flipper,
Ohio Players,
Arthur Verocai,
Urselle,
John Cale,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Howard Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultra Naté,
X-Ray Spex,
Ludus,
Motorama,
Kaleidoscope,
Colin Newman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Main Source,
Deepchord,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Victims,
B.T. Express,
The Slackers,
kango's stein massive,
Suburban Knight,
Tom Boy,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.