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 Ireland and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deepchord to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joey Negro,
Idris Muhammad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Axelrod,
OOIOO,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alphaville,
Severed Heads,
Thompson Twins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Junior Murvin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Lucky Dragons,
The Real Kids,
The Black Dice,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Shoche,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
kango's stein massive,
Oneida,
Grauzone,
Depeche Mode,
Pussy Galore,
U.S. Maple,
Visage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Josef K,
Eric B and Rakim,
Main Source,
Bobby Womack,
Graham Central Station,
H. Thieme,
Fela Kuti,
Blake Baxter,
Porter Ricks,
Echospace,
Basic Channel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blues Magoos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Howard Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bronski Beat,
Moss Icon,
Connie Case,
The Knickerbockers,
Section 25,
Scientists,
Black Sheep,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.