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 Togo and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lyres to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Cameo,
The Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drexciya,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blake Baxter,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Television,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Althea and Donna,
The Human League,
PIL,
Byron Stingily,
Mantronix,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Quantec,
Mark Hollis,
Basic Channel,
The Selecter,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radio Birdman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Lungfish,
Von Mondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxette,
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Anakelly,
Main Source,
The Blues Magoos,
Vainqueur,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Sneak,
John Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Sheep,
The Velvet Underground,
Iggy Pop,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Spoonie Gee,
The Victims,
Livin' Joy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Star Department,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Dolphy,
Bad Manners,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.