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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
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 chamberlin 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 Jacob Miller to the grime 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Public Enemy,
Funkadelic,
Faust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sound Behaviour,
The Selecter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alphaville,
Second Layer,
Maleditus Sound,
Echospace,
DNA,
Lucky Dragons,
The Raincoats,
Nico,
Von Mondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Martian,
Alice Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pole,
Ronan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Derrick Morgan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Guru Guru,
Pierre Henry,
Index,
B.T. Express,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sound,
Icehouse,
Silicon Teens,
Darondo,
June Days,
Joyce Sims,
Essential Logic,
Yazoo,
kango's stein massive,
Drexciya,
Gang Starr,
Joe Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül,
The New Christs,
Surgeon,
Soulsonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
The American Breed,
Sixth Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Livin' Joy,
Youth Brigade,
OOIOO,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Toasters,
David Axelrod,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.