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 Indonesia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Barracudas,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Max Romeo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rod Modell,
Suburban Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bad Manners,
K-Klass,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Saints,
Ponytail,
Sound Behaviour,
The Beau Brummels,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blossom Toes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anakelly,
Circle Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Robert Hood,
Skarface,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Half Japanese,
The Kinks,
The Monochrome Set,
Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Leonard Cohen,
Wire,
Iggy Pop,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barry Ungar,
Hoover,
Avey Tare,
Mission of Burma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Qualms,
Delta 5,
Cal Tjader,
Althea and Donna,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moody Blues,
This Heat,
Unwound,
Reagan Youth,
Heaven 17,
Jacques Brel,
Animal Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Alphaville,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.