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 Nigeria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
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 oboe 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 Cybotron to the rap 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Gladiators,
Moss Icon,
Stiv Bators,
Motorama,
The Standells,
Country Teasers,
Graham Central Station,
Man Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
The Wake,
Ornette Coleman,
Stetsasonic,
Rapeman,
Blake Baxter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ossler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Style,
kango's stein massive,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skriet,
the Association,
Blossom Toes,
Minutemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doors,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Techniques,
Make Up,
Sight & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
The Cowsills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Toni Rubio,
Swell Maps,
Massinfluence,
Interpol,
Unrelated Segments,
Lightning Bolt,
Lower 48,
Thompson Twins,
Roxy Music,
The Stooges,
T. Rex,
David Axelrod,
Index,
June of 44,
Black Sheep,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.