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 Greece and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Agitation Free to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Babytalk,
Public Enemy,
Altered Images,
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
Procol Harum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stiv Bators,
Ronan,
The J.B.'s,
Judy Mowatt,
Theoretical Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fad Gadget,
Mark Hollis,
Lyres,
Whodini,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Toasters,
Moby Grape,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q and Not U,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Wyatt,
Ten City,
The Fall,
The Fortunes,
Rakim,
Niagra,
Pantytec,
Thee Headcoats,
Ice-T,
Gang of Four,
Guru Guru,
Make Up,
Panda Bear,
Nils Olav,
Godley & Creme,
The Litter,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Misunderstood,
Adolescents,
Robert Hood,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Görl,
Lightning Bolt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Darondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Index,
The Dead C,
Intrusion,
The Cramps,
Khruangbin,
Quadrant,
Donny Hathaway,
Howard Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Aaron Thompson,
Isaac Hayes,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.