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 Mongolia and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the techno 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
A Certain Ratio,
Nik Kershaw,
Motorama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Seeds,
John Holt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pussy Galore,
The Star Department,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Sarah Menescal,
Groovy Waters,
Reuben Wilson,
The Last Poets,
X-102,
Ornette Coleman,
Negative Approach,
Barrington Levy,
Television,
Outsiders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Prince Buster,
Hardrive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Con Funk Shun,
Trumans Water,
Aloha Tigers,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Prunes,
DNA,
The Raincoats,
Jacques Brel,
Lalo Schifrin,
JFA,
Warsaw,
Camberwell Now,
Charles Mingus,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
The Gories,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Rundgren,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mummies,
Vladislav Delay,
Average White Band,
Fugazi,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Y Pants,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.