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 Malawi and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Victims to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Guru Guru,
The Victims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacob Miller,
The Gap Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Spoonie Gee,
The Beau Brummels,
Cecil Taylor,
Basic Channel,
Erykah Badu,
Tommy Roe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
D'Angelo,
Nirvana,
Robert Wyatt,
Hasil Adkins,
LL Cool J,
Stetsasonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Supertramp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Ossler,
The Moleskins,
Rekid,
The Stooges,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moebius,
Bootsy Collins,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sixth Finger,
Jacques Brel,
The American Breed,
Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABBA,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Quando Quango,
Kenny Larkin,
10cc,
The Slackers,
Underground Resistance,
Lakeside,
Kaleidoscope,
Boogie Down Productions,
June of 44,
The Five Americans,
Colin Newman,
The Count Five,
David McCallum,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.