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 Cambodia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Stereo Dub to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Patti Smith,
Symarip,
The J.B.'s,
Chrome,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eden Ahbez,
Lindisfarne,
Young Marble Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Germs,
Rakim,
Eddi Front,
Siglo XX,
Ken Boothe,
Surgeon,
The Angels of Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agent Orange,
Bill Wells,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blancmange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q65,
T. Rex,
Dennis Brown,
Rekid,
Susan Cadogan,
Thee Headcoats,
B.T. Express,
Dark Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moby Grape,
The Evens,
Whodini,
Hot Snakes,
Bluetip,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
Eve St. Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deepchord,
Mr. Review,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Dolphy,
Television Personalities,
Aloha Tigers,
Terry Callier,
Heaven 17,
The Saints,
Silicon Teens,
X-101,
Pussy Galore,
Davy DMX,
The Standells,
Index,
Pagans,
The Dirtbombs,
The Tremeloes,
F. McDonald,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.