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 Cambodia and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Robert Palmer 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 Popol Vuh to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronnie Foster,
D'Angelo,
Minny Pops,
Swans,
The Moleskins,
Derrick May,
The Smoke,
U.S. Maple,
The Birthday Party,
Interpol,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
The Velvet Underground,
La Düsseldorf,
Girls At Our Best!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Con Funk Shun,
Sister Nancy,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Flag,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tim Buckley,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Japan,
Trumans Water,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Associates,
Albert Ayler,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul II Soul,
Ohio Players,
The Gories,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grauzone,
The Selecter,
E-Dancer,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Happenings,
Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Scrapy,
Deepchord,
Drexciya,
Audionom,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Parry Music,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.