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 Equatorial Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Q and Not U to the rock 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maurizio,
Leonard Cohen,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Associates,
Marmalade,
Neil Young,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Surgeon,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Qualms,
the Swans,
Yazoo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris Corsano,
Spandau Ballet,
Moby Grape,
The Cure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moebius,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alice Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
The Move,
Cameo,
Hot Snakes,
Eli Mardock,
Gong,
Joy Division,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül II,
The Skatalites,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agitation Free,
Black Pus,
Lakeside,
Faraquet,
The Trojans,
Masters at Work,
The Gun Club,
John Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispy Ambulance,
Interpol,
Althea and Donna,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
The Pop Group,
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
Black Flag,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.