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 Lesotho and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 funk 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Joey Negro,
Massinfluence,
Scrapy,
Don Cherry,
Gabor Szabo,
Dark Day,
Robert Wyatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Excepter,
The Vogues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lungfish,
La Düsseldorf,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oneida,
Althea and Donna,
H. Thieme,
Ohio Players,
Icehouse,
Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
The Mojo Men,
Juan Atkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Zapp,
Intrusion,
Roxette,
John Lydon,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
E-Dancer,
The Star Department,
Josef K,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flash Fearless,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Main Source,
Yusef Lateef,
Quando Quango,
Symarip,
Lucky Dragons,
Eddi Front,
U.S. Maple,
Quadrant,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Carl Craig,
The Pretty Things,
Country Teasers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sandy B,
The Monks,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.