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 Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Music Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
Lou Christie,
Robert Wyatt,
DNA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cecil Taylor,
Slick Rick,
the Germs,
Don Cherry,
Basic Channel,
Godley & Creme,
The Victims,
The Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aloha Tigers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television,
Swans,
Average White Band,
Dark Day,
Organ,
Carl Craig,
Crispy Ambulance,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stiv Bators,
In Retrospect,
The Slackers,
Circle Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Section 25,
Glenn Branca,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nik Kershaw,
kango's stein massive,
Minnie Riperton,
World's Most,
Mandrill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Trumans Water,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New York Dolls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Altered Images,
Monolake,
A Certain Ratio,
Sugar Minott,
Radio Birdman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter & Gordon,
Janne Schatter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Danielle Patucci,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.