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 Cameroon and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Royal Trux,
FM Einheit,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marine Girls,
Sister Nancy,
June of 44,
the Germs,
Technova,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Starr,
Animal Collective,
Blossom Toes,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drexciya,
Hardrive,
Joyce Sims,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mars,
10cc,
Avey Tare,
Sandy B,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Theoretical Girls,
Fluxion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Banda Bassotti,
The Wake,
Patti Smith,
KRS-One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Connie Case,
Magazine,
The Skatalites,
48th St. Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
Barry Ungar,
The Zeros,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fuzztones,
Black Pus,
The Walker Brothers,
Jandek,
Man Parrish,
Ice-T,
Tim Buckley,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fortunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Searchers,
Ohio Players,
D'Angelo,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.