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 Bhutan and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Robert Görl to the rock 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
The Trojans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Essential Logic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suburban Knight,
Boredoms,
EPMD,
The Zeros,
The Evens,
Swell Maps,
Alice Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Steve Hackett,
Kaleidoscope,
Pierre Henry,
ABBA,
Moss Icon,
Reuben Wilson,
Tommy Roe,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Holt,
The Saints,
48th St. Collective,
Urselle,
Angry Samoans,
Mission of Burma,
Barry Ungar,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Hood,
DJ Style,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
Slick Rick,
Darondo,
Bronski Beat,
X-101,
Babytalk,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronan,
Derrick May,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Associates,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Rites of Spring,
Thee Headcoats,
Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Human League,
Patti Smith,
Reagan Youth,
The Gap Band,
Soft Machine,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.