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 Serbia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radio Birdman to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Icehouse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eurythmics,
Gichy Dan,
Camberwell Now,
Urselle,
John Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Mr. Review,
Khruangbin,
Godley & Creme,
The Toasters,
Darondo,
Aaron Thompson,
La Düsseldorf,
L. Decosne,
X-102,
Dennis Brown,
Ronnie Foster,
Crooked Eye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crash Course in Science,
Rites of Spring,
The Names,
Judy Mowatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Alphaville,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick Morgan,
The Young Rascals,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kayak,
Black Sheep,
Camouflage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Wyatt,
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
the Germs,
Television,
Magma,
Fugazi,
Donny Hathaway,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moody Blues,
Deadbeat,
One Last Wish,
David Bowie,
The Evens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy Collins,
Joensuu 1685,
Symarip,
The Trojans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.