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 Belize and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
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 synthesizer 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 Japan to the grunge 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Invisible,
Joensuu 1685,
Slave,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Pere Ubu,
Outsiders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red,
Bill Near,
Monolake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cramps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Neu!,
The Gladiators,
The Doors,
Tim Buckley,
Suburban Knight,
Scrapy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris Corsano,
Amazonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
Mantronix,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Flag,
Main Source,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Mills,
Average White Band,
Pantaleimon,
Funky Four + One,
Shuggie Otis,
Pussy Galore,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronan,
Guru Guru,
Mark Hollis,
The Black Dice,
Los Fastidios,
Bluetip,
Animal Collective,
Yazoo,
X-102,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Model 500,
Darondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Green,
Alice Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Last Poets,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visage,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.