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 Togo and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Fad Gadget to the grime 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Procol Harum,
Yazoo,
Reuben Wilson,
The Human League,
Black Pus,
Smog,
Mo-Dettes,
Bauhaus,
The Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Christie,
Outsiders,
The Move,
Skriet,
Black Bananas,
The Monochrome Set,
Letta Mbulu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mandrill,
Pierre Henry,
Y Pants,
Freddie Wadling,
B.T. Express,
Suburban Knight,
Terry Callier,
the Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Reagan Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kurtis Blow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Womack,
The Last Poets,
Eric Copeland,
The Motions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Icehouse,
Sam Rivers,
Stetsasonic,
Crooked Eye,
The Gun Club,
AZ,
Swans,
Audionom,
The Evens,
Boz Scaggs,
Mantronix,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fugs,
The Dead C,
Eden Ahbez,
Kaleidoscope,
The Associates,
Neu!,
Sex Pistols,
Main Source,
D'Angelo,
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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.