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 Tuvalu and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rap 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
R.M.O.,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Index,
Maurizio,
Khruangbin,
Robert Görl,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Procol Harum,
The Evens,
Clear Light,
Pylon,
Glenn Branca,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Al Stewart,
A Certain Ratio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Outsiders,
Piero Umiliani,
Agent Orange,
Roxette,
Lucky Dragons,
X-102,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonny Sharrock,
a-ha,
Model 500,
Camouflage,
Ludus,
Newcleus,
Camberwell Now,
June Days,
Rod Modell,
T.S.O.L.,
The Saints,
Alison Limerick,
Iggy Pop,
Danielle Patucci,
Scion,
Livin' Joy,
Anakelly,
Pere Ubu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Copeland,
Ohio Players,
Ornette Coleman,
The Divine Comedy,
Goldenarms,
Q and Not U,
Carl Craig,
Kayak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MDC,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.