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 Macedonia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Country Teasers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Basic Channel,
Newcleus,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Niagra,
The Flesh Eaters,
K-Klass,
Jeff Mills,
Janne Schatter,
Agitation Free,
Depeche Mode,
The Gap Band,
This Heat,
Masters at Work,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brand Nubian,
Toni Rubio,
The Durutti Column,
T. Rex,
Erykah Badu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
B.T. Express,
Funky Four + One,
The Barracudas,
Unwound,
Eve St. Jones,
The Wake,
The Fugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Motions,
Bad Manners,
Harmonia,
Lalann,
Wally Richardson,
The Fortunes,
The Golliwogs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Laurel Aitken,
DNA,
Dawn Penn,
The Pretty Things,
Ohio Players,
Glenn Branca,
John Holt,
Robert Görl,
Subhumans,
The Star Department,
Minutemen,
The Cramps,
Second Layer,
the Germs,
Jerry's Kids,
Faust,
The Birthday Party,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.