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 Angola and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pantytec to the jazz 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Count Five,
Rotary Connection,
Cymande,
Yaz,
Sun City Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Au Pairs,
kango's stein massive,
Livin' Joy,
The Mummies,
Sex Pistols,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
The American Breed,
Scratch Acid,
Glenn Branca,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Bob Dylan,
The Move,
Nick Fraelich,
The Standells,
The Modern Lovers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aswad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Guru Guru,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zapp,
Television,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pere Ubu,
the Human League,
Trumans Water,
Dual Sessions,
Malaria!,
David Axelrod,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Parrish,
Ronan,
K-Klass,
Little Man,
Aaron Thompson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scrapy,
The Cramps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Letta Mbulu,
Motorama,
Audionom,
Swans,
The Litter,
Technova,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.