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 Peru and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Funky Four + One to the rap 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Anthony Braxton,
World's Most,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Janne Schatter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Evens,
Marvin Gaye,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick May,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kurtis Blow,
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bob Dylan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Piero Umiliani,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Velvet Underground,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aswad,
48th St. Collective,
Marmalade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Tremeloes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anakelly,
Eve St. Jones,
OOIOO,
John Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
the Slits,
Donald Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Skarface,
Brand Nubian,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Hood,
X-101,
Godley & Creme,
Cybotron,
Supertramp,
Flash Fearless,
Nils Olav,
Nirvana,
H. Thieme,
Ponytail,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Smooth,
Severed Heads,
Ludus,
Spandau Ballet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Walker Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Infiniti,
John Holt,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.