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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
T.S.O.L.,
Ice-T,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ituana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Schoolly D,
Jawbox,
Sandy B,
Minny Pops,
Delta 5,
Colin Newman,
Black Moon,
Hashim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nas,
Rufus Thomas,
Dark Day,
The United States of America,
Lightning Bolt,
The Motions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul II Soul,
Wally Richardson,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cluster,
Skarface,
The Fugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Kayak,
Symarip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tears for Fears,
Magazine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spoonie Gee,
Franke,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig,
Hot Snakes,
Lyres,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rekid,
Essential Logic,
Nirvana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
OOIOO,
The Knickerbockers,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.