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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
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 Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Alarm Clocks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Mars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Happenings,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vainqueur,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mr. Review,
T.S.O.L.,
Rakim,
Drexciya,
Ohio Players,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harmonia,
Charles Mingus,
Quando Quango,
Jandek,
Skarface,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
Oneida,
Blossom Toes,
Laurel Aitken,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants,
Morten Harket,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Terry,
The Vogues,
A Certain Ratio,
Crash Course in Science,
June of 44,
Duran Duran,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cheater Slicks,
Dead Boys,
Amazonics,
The Cure,
Mission of Burma,
The Beau Brummels,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gladiators,
The Martian,
Gang Green,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ludus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Janne Schatter,
JFA,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.