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 Panama and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Accadde A to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neu!,
Das Ding,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cowsills,
Mars,
Loose Ends,
Minor Threat,
Essential Logic,
Robert Wyatt,
Supertramp,
The Residents,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fad Gadget,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Danielle Patucci,
Fatback Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stiv Bators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang of Four,
Lower 48,
The Evens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Accadde A,
Moebius,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
These Immortal Souls,
Yusef Lateef,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Pus,
The Music Machine,
The Fugs,
Agitation Free,
The Modern Lovers,
Oblivians,
Rotary Connection,
Grey Daturas,
The Golliwogs,
Sparks,
The Slackers,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.