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 Finland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Liliput to the jazz 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T. Rex,
Dead Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Suicide,
Guru Guru,
The Red Krayola,
Zapp,
DJ Sneak,
the Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Pantaleimon,
Darondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Steve Hackett,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Wells,
Marvin Gaye,
The Victims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun City Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlback,
Khruangbin,
Funky Four + One,
K-Klass,
Judy Mowatt,
Cameo,
Amazonics,
Cybotron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fatback Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
F. McDonald,
Smog,
Grey Daturas,
Mars,
The Skatalites,
Donny Hathaway,
The Happenings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Newcleus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pretty Things,
Harmonia,
Y Pants,
Trumans Water,
Janne Schatter,
Talk Talk,
Severed Heads,
Rosa Yemen,
R.M.O.,
The Music Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nico,
Deakin,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.