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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Tim Buckley to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Scientists 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Lynne,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Starr,
ABBA,
Vladislav Delay,
Suburban Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dawn Penn,
Nas,
Johnny Clarke,
The Knickerbockers,
Trumans Water,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Christie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Symarip,
Alice Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
MC5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hasil Adkins,
Fatback Band,
D'Angelo,
X-102,
Lakeside,
Q and Not U,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joey Negro,
Dave Gahan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T. Rex,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Supertramp,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonic Youth,
KRS-One,
Kas Product,
Bad Manners,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ituana,
Inner City,
Ohio Players,
Ronan,
Swans,
Lower 48,
La Düsseldorf,
Can,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Basic Channel,
Subhumans,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.