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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
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 Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Buckinghams,
Mars,
Tears for Fears,
Accadde A,
Oneida,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delta 5,
the Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
These Immortal Souls,
ABC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Tremeloes,
New Order,
The Barracudas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Offenders,
Unwound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris Corsano,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Misunderstood,
Make Up,
Junior Murvin,
The Cowsills,
Symarip,
Ultra Naté,
The Flesh Eaters,
Goldenarms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Y Pants,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed,
Kenny Larkin,
Brand Nubian,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlback,
OOIOO,
Cameo,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Hood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Average White Band,
The Saints,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Byron Stingily,
Gichy Dan,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.