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 Bolivia and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis 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?
Tommy Roe,
Sight & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Royal Trux,
The Raincoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pulsallama,
Gang of Four,
Barbara Tucker,
Suicide,
Scan 7,
Section 25,
Nico,
Altered Images,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delta 5,
The Victims,
The Martian,
F. McDonald,
The Residents,
Darondo,
Anakelly,
Sällskapet,
Excepter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eli Mardock,
The Fugs,
The Red Krayola,
Joy Division,
Shoche,
Black Sheep,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Durutti Column,
Absolute Body Control,
Underground Resistance,
Scientists,
Banda Bassotti,
The Buckinghams,
Public Enemy,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Franke,
Dave Gahan,
Roxette,
X-102,
Todd Terry,
Flash Fearless,
FM Einheit,
Anthony Braxton,
The Skatalites,
Quantec,
Audionom,
Buzzcocks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fall,
The Slits,
The Dead C,
Steve Hackett,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.