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 Ethiopia 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arcadia to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Television Personalities,
Marcia Griffiths,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick May,
The Vogues,
Arthur Verocai,
Lucky Dragons,
Technova,
Marmalade,
Pole,
Rufus Thomas,
The Move,
Barbara Tucker,
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monolake,
Laurel Aitken,
The Buckinghams,
The American Breed,
Agent Orange,
Wasted Youth,
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ornette Coleman,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy Collins,
The United States of America,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camouflage,
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crooked Eye,
The Knickerbockers,
The Skatalites,
Symarip,
Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul Sonic Force,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiohead,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young,
Bush Tetras,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.