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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 DNA to the grime 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Fad Gadget,
Eddi Front,
The Searchers,
Scion,
Connie Case,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Average White Band,
Surgeon,
Barry Ungar,
Joensuu 1685,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pagans,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Clarke,
ABC,
Gabor Szabo,
Brand Nubian,
Rapeman,
Aural Exciters,
The Buckinghams,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Style,
Yaz,
Deakin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
L. Decosne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Goldenarms,
The Red Krayola,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gap Band,
Franke,
Cameo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Babytalk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter & Gordon,
Lyres,
Sex Pistols,
The New Christs,
Slick Rick,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Guru Guru,
Don Cherry,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker,
Magazine,
Lou Christie,
Todd Rundgren,
Mantronix,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.