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 Brunei and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Judy Mowatt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
David McCallum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kayak,
F. McDonald,
the Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Happenings,
Bush Tetras,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mojo Men,
Tubeway Army,
Donald Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
Bang On A Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Audionom,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skriet,
Scion,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Bourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minnie Riperton,
The Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Half Japanese,
the Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Sixth Finger,
Model 500,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joey Negro,
Pierre Henry,
The Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Frankie Knuckles,
JFA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deepchord,
The Residents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Al Stewart,
Angry Samoans,
Erykah Badu,
Circle Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
Los Fastidios,
The Martian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cymande,
Popol Vuh,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.