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 Iran and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Fat Boys to the electroclash 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Todd Rundgren,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Almond,
Drexciya,
Matthew Bourne,
Jandek,
Loose Ends,
Livin' Joy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Symarip,
Eric Dolphy,
Excepter,
Second Layer,
Depeche Mode,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Colin Newman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Saccharine Trust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bush Tetras,
E-Dancer,
June Days,
JFA,
The Selecter,
Black Pus,
Tres Demented,
The Golliwogs,
Deakin,
The Techniques,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Supertramp,
Aural Exciters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Radio Birdman,
The Leaves,
The Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gabor Szabo,
KRS-One,
Quantec,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Wells,
Nick Fraelich,
EPMD,
Audionom,
David Axelrod,
The Blackbyrds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Toasters,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Christie,
Essential Logic,
PIL,
the Fania All-Stars,
June of 44,
Morten Harket,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.