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 Yemen and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vainqueur to the techno 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
PIL,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
K-Klass,
FM Einheit,
Kerrie Biddell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shoche,
Symarip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funky Four + One,
Average White Band,
The Sonics,
Main Source,
Terry Callier,
One Last Wish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Subhumans,
Joy Division,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric B and Rakim,
Max Romeo,
the Bar-Kays,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Roxy Music,
48th St. Collective,
E-Dancer,
The Buckinghams,
Davy DMX,
Eden Ahbez,
Colin Newman,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Birthday Party,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hot Snakes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lindisfarne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hardrive,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Almond,
The Gladiators,
Visage,
Faust,
Charles Mingus,
The Gories,
OOIOO,
Section 25,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Litter,
The Selecter,
Stetsasonic,
Parry Music,
D'Angelo,
The Smiths,
Eurythmics,
Black Flag,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.