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 Botswana and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Donald Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brick,
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Wake,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blancmange,
Vainqueur,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camberwell Now,
Roger Hodgson,
Fatback Band,
Supertramp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nico,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Model 500,
Crispy Ambulance,
Depeche Mode,
Stockholm Monsters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
AZ,
Cluster,
Deepchord,
Robert Hood,
Pussy Galore,
The Dirtbombs,
Essential Logic,
Ituana,
Inner City,
the Germs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terry Callier,
Derrick May,
Kerri Chandler,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Circle Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Dual Sessions,
R.M.O.,
The Sound,
Parry Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Sugar Minott,
Wire,
Archie Shepp,
Reagan Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.