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 Gabon and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 Skaos to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Max Romeo,
Piero Umiliani,
Lightning Bolt,
Glambeats Corp.,
EPMD,
Monolake,
Lyres,
Eric Copeland,
The Moleskins,
The Fall,
Funky Four + One,
Mo-Dettes,
Eve St. Jones,
Terry Callier,
Bill Wells,
Negative Approach,
Robert Görl,
Maleditus Sound,
Vainqueur,
This Heat,
the Sonics,
Bluetip,
The Young Rascals,
Depeche Mode,
The Grass Roots,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Porter Ricks,
The Pretty Things,
Jawbox,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Style,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mantronix,
Dennis Brown,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donny Hathaway,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kurtis Blow,
Hashim,
Mars,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gap Band,
Unwound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Fraelich,
Fear,
The Cure,
Todd Rundgren,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.