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 Nauru 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eddi Front to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q and Not U,
Don Cherry,
Minutemen,
Black Pus,
John Holt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang On A Can,
Aloha Tigers,
Scan 7,
Pierre Henry,
Hardrive,
Jeff Mills,
Marine Girls,
The Fortunes,
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
The Martian,
The Gories,
the Normal,
cv313,
Surgeon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dennis Brown,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doors,
Gong,
The Saints,
Todd Terry,
The Vogues,
Youth Brigade,
The Last Poets,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultra Naté,
Ronan,
Bobby Sherman,
Eve St. Jones,
Trumans Water,
Scientists,
Sugar Minott,
Stiv Bators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yellowson,
E-Dancer,
Kayak,
Reagan Youth,
CMW,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Colin Newman,
L. Decosne,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.