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 Tanzania 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Jacques Brel,
Anthony Braxton,
Flipper,
Surgeon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-101,
The Leaves,
Deadbeat,
Dual Sessions,
Urselle,
Negative Approach,
Bang On A Can,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Osbourne,
Carl Craig,
This Heat,
Brass Construction,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Section 25,
Prince Buster,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Malaria!,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Searchers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Qualms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Pus,
Erykah Badu,
Scrapy,
Marmalade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Silicon Teens,
Con Funk Shun,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chrome,
Half Japanese,
a-ha,
the Human League,
Pole,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronan,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
Chris Corsano,
Audionom,
Slick Rick,
Warren Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Green,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Rod Modell,
T. Rex,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.