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 Turkmenistan and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Litter to the rap 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Joyce Sims,
Goldenarms,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra,
Hasil Adkins,
Pagans,
Kayak,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonic Youth,
Radiohead,
The Birthday Party,
Cameo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Wells,
Motorama,
D'Angelo,
Mandrill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suicide,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eli Mardock,
The Misunderstood,
Dual Sessions,
Pantaleimon,
Popol Vuh,
The Music Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
The Dirtbombs,
Davy DMX,
John Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alphaville,
Pantytec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Alarm Clocks,
H. Thieme,
The Knickerbockers,
Kaleidoscope,
Dennis Brown,
The Walker Brothers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Blackbyrds,
Cal Tjader,
Maurizio,
Arthur Verocai,
Sugar Minott,
Howard Jones,
Model 500,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Procol Harum,
Tim Buckley,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.