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 Turkey and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minnie Riperton to the rap 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Ken Boothe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Darondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
New Order,
The Litter,
Fad Gadget,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funky Four + One,
Harry Pussy,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lungfish,
Black Flag,
Nas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Pus,
The Grass Roots,
Alison Limerick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camouflage,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Easy Going,
The Music Machine,
10cc,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Gang Dance,
Letta Mbulu,
The Zeros,
Mandrill,
Clear Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Style,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alice Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Von Mondo,
Hashim,
Ituana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fluxion,
Tubeway Army,
Anakelly,
Glenn Branca,
Cybotron,
Bill Wells,
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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.