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 Peru and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
John Foxx,
Crime,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Steve Hackett,
Alphaville,
Carl Craig,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
Motorama,
Nick Fraelich,
Oneida,
Albert Ayler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reuben Wilson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
One Last Wish,
Theoretical Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
John Coltrane,
The Standells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Toasters,
The Blues Magoos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
Pantytec,
Peter and Kerry,
Bluetip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Holt,
Donald Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scion,
Pole,
Babytalk,
Main Source,
The Selecter,
Unwound,
Depeche Mode,
The Names,
The Stooges,
Pantaleimon,
The Angels of Light,
The Knickerbockers,
David McCallum,
Fear,
Wire,
The Gun Club,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Loose Ends,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.