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 Cameroon and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
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 rhodes 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 Gregory Isaacs to the dance 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
June Days,
Roger Hodgson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Swell Maps,
Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
John Holt,
Lungfish,
Freddie Wadling,
Organ,
Duran Duran,
The Gun Club,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fat Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Soulsonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Cheater Slicks,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cowsills,
Brass Construction,
E-Dancer,
Ornette Coleman,
The Searchers,
Unwound,
John Foxx,
The Saints,
the Germs,
Skriet,
Lou Christie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monks,
Terry Callier,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smiths,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Urselle,
Mo-Dettes,
Zapp,
U.S. Maple,
Livin' Joy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cramps,
The Litter,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rekid,
Camberwell Now,
The Black Dice,
The Knickerbockers,
Buzzcocks,
Junior Murvin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.