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 Solomon Islands and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Althea and Donna to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Marvin Gaye,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Terry,
Ludus,
Andrew Hill,
Yusef Lateef,
Television Personalities,
The Angels of Light,
Altered Images,
Lungfish,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Motions,
Little Man,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Juan Atkins,
The Grass Roots,
Arab on Radar,
In Retrospect,
Theoretical Girls,
H. Thieme,
Cluster,
Yaz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ituana,
The Smoke,
The Toasters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Buckinghams,
Gabor Szabo,
Q and Not U,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Copeland,
Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minutemen,
Anakelly,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Aural Exciters,
Basic Channel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gap Band,
Minor Threat,
Reuben Wilson,
B.T. Express,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Chris Corsano,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delta 5,
Vladislav Delay,
La Düsseldorf,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yazoo,
Absolute Body Control,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.