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 Uzbekistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Japan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Smog,
The J.B.'s,
The Blues Magoos,
Toni Rubio,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Almond,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joy Division,
Ossler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
Organ,
Mr. Review,
Brick,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Flag,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sixth Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Last Poets,
Interpol,
Lakeside,
Cameo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Youth Brigade,
Sound Behaviour,
Suicide,
Kerri Chandler,
The Saints,
Altered Images,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boredoms,
The Offenders,
Circle Jerks,
The Index,
Q65,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roger Hodgson,
Skaos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick Morgan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Piero Umiliani,
Davy DMX,
Moby Grape,
Scrapy,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.