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 Djibouti and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 These Immortal Souls to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Niagra,
Neu!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gories,
Maleditus Sound,
The Litter,
Connie Case,
Scratch Acid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crime,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oneida,
Parry Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Machine,
Desert Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris Corsano,
Hoover,
Alice Coltrane,
Altered Images,
Cheater Slicks,
Technova,
The Buckinghams,
Marcia Griffiths,
Malaria!,
Todd Rundgren,
Clear Light,
Peter and Kerry,
The Neon Judgement,
Blake Baxter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skriet,
Tres Demented,
Aural Exciters,
Wings,
Bob Dylan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fall,
Erykah Badu,
The Five Americans,
Groovy Waters,
Flash Fearless,
Scion,
Khruangbin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nirvana,
June of 44,
Bush Tetras,
The Toasters,
Ornette Coleman,
Sight & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zapp,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young,
The Martian,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.