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 Australia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
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 synthesizer 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James White and The Blacks,
Simply Red,
Robert Wyatt,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agent Orange,
The Smiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Junior Murvin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül II,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Shuggie Otis,
Iggy Pop,
Cheater Slicks,
Average White Band,
Maurizio,
Black Pus,
Nirvana,
Gang Green,
U.S. Maple,
MC5,
Althea and Donna,
The Cowsills,
Thee Headcoats,
Josef K,
The Red Krayola,
Infiniti,
The Techniques,
The Mummies,
Fad Gadget,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
E-Dancer,
Wings,
Newcleus,
ABC,
David Axelrod,
Stiv Bators,
The Names,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Victims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gichy Dan,
The Beau Brummels,
Drexciya,
New York Dolls,
Connie Case,
Morten Harket,
Barry Ungar,
Cymande,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.