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 Egypt and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 The Flesh Eaters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Pus,
the Bar-Kays,
Eddi Front,
Jerry's Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Finger,
Newcleus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs,
Urselle,
DJ Style,
Q and Not U,
Liliput,
The Birthday Party,
John Holt,
The Invisible,
Eve St. Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television,
Todd Rundgren,
Cybotron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
The Doors,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
CMW,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arthur Verocai,
The Count Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Eden Ahbez,
Warsaw,
E-Dancer,
Mark Hollis,
Model 500,
Mars,
Anthony Braxton,
Dave Gahan,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonic Youth,
Alphaville,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The American Breed,
KRS-One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Sneak,
Glenn Branca,
Schoolly D,
Rufus Thomas,
Boz Scaggs,
Bush Tetras,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris Corsano,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monks,
The Selecter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.