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 Mauritania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Davy DMX,
Prince Buster,
Susan Cadogan,
The Black Dice,
Rosa Yemen,
Adolescents,
Piero Umiliani,
Eve St. Jones,
Funkadelic,
Boredoms,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dawn Penn,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Silicon Teens,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cure,
Urselle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
The Durutti Column,
The Standells,
Interpol,
Duran Duran,
Yazoo,
Minnie Riperton,
Lucky Dragons,
Aural Exciters,
Fat Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Enemy,
Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deadbeat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül,
Idris Muhammad,
Hasil Adkins,
Essential Logic,
Marc Almond,
Byron Stingily,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Litter,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Techniques,
Popol Vuh,
Half Japanese,
Jandek,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.