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 Taiwan and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slackers to the rock 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Move,
Juan Atkins,
Von Mondo,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Durutti Column,
Jimmy McGriff,
In Retrospect,
Con Funk Shun,
Frankie Knuckles,
Half Japanese,
Aaron Thompson,
The Velvet Underground,
Quadrant,
The Trojans,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Surgeon,
The Offenders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shoche,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
Nico,
Symarip,
The Raincoats,
the Normal,
Derrick May,
This Heat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Golliwogs,
Throbbing Gristle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tubeway Army,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Selecter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Colin Newman,
Radio Birdman,
Jandek,
Television Personalities,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Görl,
Procol Harum,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Osbourne,
DNA,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T. Rex,
Neu!,
The Gories,
Barry Ungar,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.