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 Latvia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ponytail to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Charles Mingus,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy Collins,
Idris Muhammad,
Young Marble Giants,
Howard Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
F. McDonald,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Motorama,
David Bowie,
Janne Schatter,
A Certain Ratio,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mummies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Darondo,
Roxette,
The Kinks,
Sparks,
Terry Callier,
The United States of America,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pere Ubu,
Wire,
The Modern Lovers,
Cybotron,
Erasure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deepchord,
Procol Harum,
Pierre Henry,
Clear Light,
Bluetip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
48th St. Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Country Teasers,
The Slackers,
Black Bananas,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Womack,
Cal Tjader,
Scion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Adolescents,
The Walker Brothers,
Pole,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.