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 Norway and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Iggy Pop to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Knickerbockers,
Eli Mardock,
The Smoke,
The Fugs,
Davy DMX,
Depeche Mode,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
AZ,
Neil Young,
The Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Count Five,
The Stooges,
Ituana,
Jawbox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hardrive,
David Bowie,
Model 500,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quantec,
Yaz,
Rapeman,
Dual Sessions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tears for Fears,
Faraquet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Rekid,
Mandrill,
Sonic Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soulsonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme,
UT,
Pussy Galore,
Nas,
Kerri Chandler,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nico,
Make Up,
Pole,
New Order,
Magma,
The Zeros,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris Corsano,
Aaron Thompson,
Skaos,
T.S.O.L.,
Crash Course in Science,
Lungfish,
Joe Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.