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 Benin and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Darondo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Quadrant,
The Fall,
Glenn Branca,
Alice Coltrane,
the Normal,
Anthony Braxton,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cybotron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lungfish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Main Source,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radio Birdman,
Sparks,
Excepter,
Ossler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harmonia,
Little Man,
Black Pus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jawbox,
Fela Kuti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Young Marble Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blake Baxter,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slick Rick,
Rotary Connection,
The J.B.'s,
Cameo,
Stereo Dub,
Rufus Thomas,
Siglo XX,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül,
James White and The Blacks,
Oneida,
Ohio Players,
Subhumans,
Skriet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Green,
Robert Görl,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.