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 San Marino and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David Axelrod to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Cramps,
The Happenings,
The Moleskins,
Aloha Tigers,
Newcleus,
Pagans,
Vainqueur,
Wasted Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Outsiders,
Peter and Kerry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scan 7,
June of 44,
Joensuu 1685,
James White and The Blacks,
The Modern Lovers,
Hoover,
Make Up,
Swell Maps,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Infiniti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Albert Ayler,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed,
the Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Gichy Dan,
UT,
Interpol,
Spoonie Gee,
Blake Baxter,
The Durutti Column,
Dead Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Underground Resistance,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yusef Lateef,
Lightning Bolt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Juan Atkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Laurel Aitken,
Heaven 17,
The Divine Comedy,
The Velvet Underground,
F. McDonald,
John Foxx,
Cecil Taylor,
Idris Muhammad,
Erasure,
Pierre Henry,
Toni Rubio,
Babytalk,
the Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.