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 Grenada and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Crime to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool Moe Dee,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cowsills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ituana,
In Retrospect,
John Lydon,
48th St. Collective,
Skarface,
Basic Channel,
The Cramps,
DJ Style,
The Associates,
Scott Walker,
ABC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yellowson,
Kerri Chandler,
Ludus,
Negative Approach,
Niagra,
Nation of Ulysses,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
The Pretty Things,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Halsall,
MC5,
Qualms,
Jeff Lynne,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
The Red Krayola,
Fat Boys,
Jandek,
Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Nirvana,
Pantytec,
Rapeman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pylon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Enemy,
Panda Bear,
Suburban Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dawn Penn,
X-101,
The Stooges,
Eli Mardock,
Amazonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Brass Construction,
8 Eyed Spy,
Darondo,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.