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 Australia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the crunk 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Chrome,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aural Exciters,
Monolake,
Sonic Youth,
This Heat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Clarke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drexciya,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Frankie Knuckles,
The Leaves,
Skaos,
Talk Talk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vainqueur,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cowsills,
The Trojans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Excepter,
Soul Sonic Force,
MDC,
The Doors,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
Lou Christie,
Althea and Donna,
Agitation Free,
Trumans Water,
E-Dancer,
the Germs,
Gang Starr,
ABBA,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gladiators,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kas Product,
The Index,
Rakim,
Skarface,
Clear Light,
DJ Sneak,
Rites of Spring,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oneida,
Lightning Bolt,
Spandau Ballet,
Slick Rick,
The Modern Lovers,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.