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 Namibia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Terry Callier to the grunge 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Nico,
The Blues Magoos,
Aloha Tigers,
Supertramp,
Wings,
This Heat,
Delta 5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barbara Tucker,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Bananas,
Tommy Roe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
U.S. Maple,
Erasure,
Wally Richardson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reagan Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Harry Pussy,
Lyres,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Bowie,
Gerry Rafferty,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agitation Free,
Niagra,
the Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
The Vogues,
Jeff Mills,
Bauhaus,
Henry Cow,
Cheater Slicks,
Blancmange,
Spandau Ballet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amazonics,
Easy Going,
FM Einheit,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Axelrod,
the Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Kenny Larkin,
Juan Atkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Victims,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Wyatt,
Donald Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Max Romeo,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Ten City,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.