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 Suriname and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Von Mondo to the crunk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronan,
Sällskapet,
Infiniti,
The Walker Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiohead,
Dual Sessions,
Tim Buckley,
Supertramp,
Bush Tetras,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Holt,
Minnie Riperton,
Joyce Sims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fall,
The Residents,
The Index,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dead C,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chrome,
Erykah Badu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wire,
Nick Fraelich,
ABBA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agitation Free,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Animal Collective,
In Retrospect,
This Heat,
The Raincoats,
Moebius,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shoche,
Yazoo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gichy Dan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Flag,
Junior Murvin,
New York Dolls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moleskins,
Sugar Minott,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.