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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 OOIOO to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Simply Red,
Groovy Waters,
The Black Dice,
Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
The Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül II,
The Saints,
Susan Cadogan,
John Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Jandek,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Mills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mummies,
Barrington Levy,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Roger Hodgson,
Minor Threat,
Suburban Knight,
Ice-T,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Lakeside,
the Swans,
Gang Green,
Lower 48,
F. McDonald,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Offenders,
Television Personalities,
Oblivians,
Little Man,
The Victims,
Shoche,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gabor Szabo,
Television,
The Moleskins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yusef Lateef,
The Last Poets,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sparks,
Warsaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zero Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Yellowson,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Colin Newman,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.