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 Bolivia and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Barbara Tucker to the funk 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Order,
The Birthday Party,
Boredoms,
Juan Atkins,
Jacques Brel,
Shoche,
Ken Boothe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Magma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantytec,
Jeff Mills,
The Standells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oblivians,
Absolute Body Control,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Vogues,
Lou Christie,
Anakelly,
Mission of Burma,
The Smoke,
Scientists,
Gang of Four,
Alison Limerick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rekid,
Trumans Water,
The Litter,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Flag,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arcadia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mad Mike,
DJ Style,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Hill,
Fugazi,
The Cure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Accadde A,
The Knickerbockers,
Josef K,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Normal,
Kerri Chandler,
UT,
Echospace,
Franke,
Tres Demented,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.