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 Ireland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Tim Buckley to the rock 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Motions,
Wolf Eyes,
Minny Pops,
Lucky Dragons,
The Flesh Eaters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Janne Schatter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
E-Dancer,
the Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Martian,
Sandy B,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Basic Channel,
Skarface,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Smooth,
The Wake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Christie,
Talk Talk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantytec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül II,
Gerry Rafferty,
Absolute Body Control,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker,
Sarah Menescal,
B.T. Express,
Surgeon,
The Walker Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
10cc,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mad Mike,
Metal Thangz,
The Techniques,
Scratch Acid,
the Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Reagan Youth,
Television Personalities,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Green,
The Slackers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.