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 Tajikistan and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Arab on Radar,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
Easy Going,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arthur Verocai,
Half Japanese,
Section 25,
K-Klass,
Depeche Mode,
Althea and Donna,
Mr. Review,
Panda Bear,
The Real Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Hill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris & Cosey,
The New Christs,
The Pop Group,
Peter and Kerry,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Near,
R.M.O.,
Country Teasers,
Kerrie Biddell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donald Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dual Sessions,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Terry,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Residents,
Second Layer,
The Young Rascals,
Moby Grape,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Happenings,
John Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Circle Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.