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 Kuwait and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Girls At Our Best! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Sarah Menescal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MDC,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra,
Shoche,
Derrick Morgan,
Harry Pussy,
Radio Birdman,
Lightning Bolt,
Shuggie Otis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q and Not U,
Funkadelic,
Kayak,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gichy Dan,
Morten Harket,
The Music Machine,
Cybotron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronnie Foster,
Rotary Connection,
Carl Craig,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Black Moon,
Sam Rivers,
Jandek,
Black Bananas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Trumans Water,
Cluster,
Symarip,
Pantytec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pere Ubu,
Glambeats Corp.,
June of 44,
Ronan,
Alison Limerick,
Reuben Wilson,
Marine Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Minutemen,
the Swans,
the Germs,
DJ Sneak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yaz,
Peter & Gordon,
Lindisfarne,
Eli Mardock,
Graham Central Station,
A Certain Ratio,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.