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 Dominican Republic and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ice-T to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Eddi Front,
Ronan,
The Sonics,
Pylon,
Gerry Rafferty,
UT,
Ultra Naté,
Jandek,
Nas,
Clear Light,
Interpol,
Rapeman,
the Normal,
Youth Brigade,
Basic Channel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boredoms,
MC5,
Ohio Players,
Dorothy Ashby,
The New Christs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boz Scaggs,
KRS-One,
Deadbeat,
The Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantaleimon,
Joensuu 1685,
Porter Ricks,
Isaac Hayes,
Duran Duran,
Mantronix,
John Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Fear,
Josef K,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents,
Dead Boys,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Skatalites,
Agitation Free,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Dolphy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Absolute Body Control,
the Germs,
Bang On A Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skaos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Real Kids,
Barrington Levy,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.