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 Brunei and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Parry Music to the punk 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Qualms,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Certain Ratio,
Alison Limerick,
David Bowie,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Piero Umiliani,
Hoover,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Michelle Simonal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare,
X-102,
Archie Shepp,
Index,
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minor Threat,
Groovy Waters,
MDC,
EPMD,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mo-Dettes,
Laurel Aitken,
Radio Birdman,
Quantec,
Pylon,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
FM Einheit,
Peter and Kerry,
Heaven 17,
Deadbeat,
Freddie Wadling,
Fatback Band,
Neu!,
Fela Kuti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Connie Case,
The Litter,
Drexciya,
The Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Letta Mbulu,
Gabor Szabo,
Silicon Teens,
Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Malaria!,
Stereo Dub,
Delta 5,
The Move,
Procol Harum,
The Wake,
Sex Pistols,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.