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 Syria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scrapy,
Nico,
Q and Not U,
The Happenings,
Echospace,
John Lydon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Birthday Party,
Don Cherry,
Camberwell Now,
X-101,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joey Negro,
K-Klass,
Ohio Players,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fugazi,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television Personalities,
Deadbeat,
Pantaleimon,
Stetsasonic,
The Selecter,
R.M.O.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fad Gadget,
Funkadelic,
The Golliwogs,
LL Cool J,
Silicon Teens,
the Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
PIL,
a-ha,
Amon Düül II,
Aloha Tigers,
Alison Limerick,
The Fugs,
The Tremeloes,
Outsiders,
Morten Harket,
This Heat,
Wally Richardson,
Zero Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cowsills,
Interpol,
Scientists,
Sandy B,
Neil Young,
The Grass Roots,
Ronan,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.