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 Kosovo and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nils Olav,
Excepter,
Country Teasers,
The New Christs,
Joe Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Ice-T,
The Barracudas,
The Buckinghams,
Black Flag,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Donald Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Joey Negro,
The Stooges,
Scion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Style,
EPMD,
Urselle,
Sandy B,
Hardrive,
Pierre Henry,
Jacob Miller,
Slave,
Moss Icon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grauzone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Junior Murvin,
The Moody Blues,
Brothers Johnson,
Masters at Work,
The Busters,
Brick,
Index,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vainqueur,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cluster,
Parry Music,
CMW,
Roxette,
Crispian St. Peters,
T. Rex,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Black Dice,
Bush Tetras,
Pylon,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.