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 Nepal and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Deepchord to the funk 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul Sonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
John Coltrane,
Bill Near,
The Real Kids,
The Barracudas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Basic Channel,
LL Cool J,
DJ Style,
Cymande,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Moon,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rod Modell,
Lower 48,
Juan Atkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Birthday Party,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Count Five,
John Holt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Desert Stars,
Erykah Badu,
James White and The Blacks,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young,
Depeche Mode,
Gichy Dan,
Susan Cadogan,
the Human League,
Liliput,
The Wake,
Loose Ends,
Bluetip,
Easy Going,
Infiniti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quando Quango,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doors,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
Heaven 17,
Suburban Knight,
Supertramp,
Oneida,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Christie,
Grauzone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.