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 Oman and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 Matthew Halsall to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Scrapy,
Chrome,
B.T. Express,
Khruangbin,
Tommy Roe,
Television,
Fat Boys,
cv313,
Panda Bear,
Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Near,
Anthony Braxton,
Basic Channel,
Arcadia,
Unwound,
Hashim,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Inner City,
Make Up,
Young Marble Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pere Ubu,
Ornette Coleman,
Eve St. Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash,
New York Dolls,
Banda Bassotti,
Saccharine Trust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Popol Vuh,
Jacques Brel,
Bush Tetras,
Reagan Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
The Stooges,
The Zeros,
Alphaville,
Kayak,
Sparks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moebius,
FM Einheit,
The Cramps,
Cecil Taylor,
In Retrospect,
Hot Snakes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Buzzcocks,
Cluster,
Crooked Eye,
Ultra Naté,
Infiniti,
The Count Five,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.