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 South Africa and from Calgary.
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 Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 The Detroit Cobras to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Accadde A,
The Music Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Moon,
Yusef Lateef,
Au Pairs,
The United States of America,
Make Up,
Wolf Eyes,
Neu!,
Bobby Byrd,
The Star Department,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
The Motions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cramps,
Outsiders,
Oneida,
Gabor Szabo,
Ponytail,
Fatback Band,
F. McDonald,
the Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Magma,
Hasil Adkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Womack,
Grey Daturas,
Lyres,
Newcleus,
X-Ray Spex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nico,
Fat Boys,
This Heat,
Thompson Twins,
Carl Craig,
Circle Jerks,
The Standells,
Cheater Slicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
Infiniti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scan 7,
Pylon,
Peter and Kerry,
Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Beau Brummels,
The Toasters,
The Birthday Party,
Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.