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 Qatar and from Accra.
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 Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cramps to the rock 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Vogues,
Severed Heads,
Black Bananas,
Banda Bassotti,
Danielle Patucci,
Guru Guru,
X-Ray Spex,
Ossler,
Ronnie Foster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Desert Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Skaos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Organ,
Donald Byrd,
The Smiths,
Cymande,
The Buckinghams,
Flipper,
Popol Vuh,
Ken Boothe,
Gichy Dan,
The Sonics,
The Last Poets,
The Trojans,
Livin' Joy,
Gong,
Amon Düül,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ornette Coleman,
Bluetip,
The Selecter,
Negative Approach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Offenders,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Machine,
Arcadia,
The Fortunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grauzone,
Dual Sessions,
H. Thieme,
Moby Grape,
Aural Exciters,
Boz Scaggs,
Cal Tjader,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Sparks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pet Shop Boys,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.