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 Tuvalu and from Houston.
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 1962 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 Accra 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 sitar 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 Jawbox to the grunge 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
Idris Muhammad,
Neu!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare,
Robert Görl,
Cluster,
Dead Boys,
Siglo XX,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Sherman,
Bad Manners,
Black Bananas,
The Slits,
The Durutti Column,
the Normal,
Warsaw,
Faraquet,
The Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Basic Channel,
Drexciya,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skarface,
The Cure,
Monolake,
Joe Smooth,
Sparks,
Saccharine Trust,
Barrington Levy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Star Department,
Royal Trux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Procol Harum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Howard Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Dawn Penn,
Urselle,
FM Einheit,
The Martian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mark Hollis,
Mantronix,
The Searchers,
Kenny Larkin,
Kurtis Blow,
Wolf Eyes,
the Association,
One Last Wish,
Camberwell Now,
Cheater Slicks,
the Germs,
Simply Red,
Pantaleimon,
The Blues Magoos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.