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 Afghanistan 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Mummies to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig,
The Sound,
Adolescents,
China Crisis,
Tom Boy,
Gang Starr,
Zero Boys,
The Tremeloes,
F. McDonald,
T. Rex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tim Buckley,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yusef Lateef,
MC5,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radio Birdman,
Mark Hollis,
Mandrill,
The Young Rascals,
Morten Harket,
the Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Radiohead,
Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare,
Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
AZ,
Mo-Dettes,
Unrelated Segments,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pop Group,
Curtis Mayfield,
Circle Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Pylon,
The United States of America,
Minnie Riperton,
Sight & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Grey Daturas,
Leonard Cohen,
Lakeside,
Gang Green,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Moon,
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minutemen,
Fugazi,
Quadrant,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.