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 Kosovo and from New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Pierre Henry to the grime 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young,
Pantaleimon,
Brass Construction,
Chris Corsano,
Deadbeat,
Hot Snakes,
Con Funk Shun,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantytec,
Roger Hodgson,
Siglo XX,
Tubeway Army,
David McCallum,
China Crisis,
Fad Gadget,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Model 500,
The Walker Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Swell Maps,
The Neon Judgement,
Don Cherry,
Funkadelic,
The Music Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Howard Jones,
Aural Exciters,
the Normal,
Nico,
The Monks,
The Fugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pagans,
Organ,
Tears for Fears,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Prince Buster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül,
Angry Samoans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Metal Thangz,
Black Sheep,
Harry Pussy,
The Victims,
Can,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
Fear,
Sparks,
Scientists,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Q65,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erasure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.