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 Senegal and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
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 güiro 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 Intrusion to the punk 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Minutemen,
Q65,
Smog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Suburban Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Au Pairs,
Kerri Chandler,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Grass Roots,
The Gladiators,
Accadde A,
Mad Mike,
Althea and Donna,
Minnie Riperton,
Camberwell Now,
The Divine Comedy,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shoche,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Japan,
Silicon Teens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott Heron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moss Icon,
The Knickerbockers,
Skaos,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Flesh Eaters,
Max Romeo,
Aloha Tigers,
Organ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Los Fastidios,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Saccharine Trust,
Sparks,
DJ Sneak,
Mandrill,
Deadbeat,
Donald Byrd,
The Human League,
The Music Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
The Litter,
Young Marble Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.