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 Netherlands 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Cymande,
Massinfluence,
E-Dancer,
Pere Ubu,
Accadde A,
Crime,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scientists,
Mad Mike,
New Age Steppers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
the Sonics,
Quadrant,
Johnny Clarke,
Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Sparks,
John Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Chrome,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smoke,
Gang of Four,
Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Görl,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ken Boothe,
Leonard Cohen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eli Mardock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
Deepchord,
Khruangbin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oblivians,
Albert Ayler,
Shoche,
Avey Tare,
The Moody Blues,
LL Cool J,
Surgeon,
June of 44,
The Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Rites of Spring,
Maleditus Sound,
New Order,
Blancmange,
Monolake,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.