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 Burkina and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Section 25 to the techno 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Moebius,
Khruangbin,
Sarah Menescal,
Terry Callier,
Barbara Tucker,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
U.S. Maple,
This Heat,
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
Ornette Coleman,
Al Stewart,
Ossler,
the Germs,
Zapp,
Agitation Free,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dead C,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-102,
Pantaleimon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brothers Johnson,
Sam Rivers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Stooges,
Los Fastidios,
Black Moon,
The Human League,
Gang Green,
The Gun Club,
Angry Samoans,
Urselle,
Spandau Ballet,
These Immortal Souls,
Quadrant,
Royal Trux,
Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Crooked Eye,
Erasure,
Slave,
Wally Richardson,
Con Funk Shun,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.