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 Guatemala and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 La Düsseldorf to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Joey Negro,
Archie Shepp,
Fat Boys,
The Stooges,
Swell Maps,
Kurtis Blow,
The Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Shoche,
Tommy Roe,
Smog,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
The American Breed,
Althea and Donna,
Maleditus Sound,
The Last Poets,
Scion,
The Real Kids,
Boredoms,
Ice-T,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultravox,
Ponytail,
Groovy Waters,
The Fugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Altered Images,
The Young Rascals,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Faust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Grass Roots,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funkadelic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Pussy Galore,
Franke,
the Association,
Suburban Knight,
Schoolly D,
Hot Snakes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eddi Front,
Mr. Review,
Anakelly,
Bauhaus,
X-Ray Spex,
Lower 48,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flash Fearless,
E-Dancer,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.