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 Benin 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Crime to the grunge 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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy Collins,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Slits,
Subhumans,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABBA,
Rakim,
B.T. Express,
The Grass Roots,
Procol Harum,
Colin Newman,
Aaron Thompson,
Second Layer,
The Count Five,
Bush Tetras,
Mad Mike,
Country Teasers,
Grey Daturas,
Hardrive,
Unwound,
Hot Snakes,
June Days,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABC,
Fugazi,
Wire,
Quantec,
Slave,
The Durutti Column,
Angry Samoans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Freddie Wadling,
Tim Buckley,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
Crash Course in Science,
Saccharine Trust,
Scratch Acid,
Mantronix,
Trumans Water,
Eve St. Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Don Cherry,
The Offenders,
Sun City Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Marine Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Erykah Badu,
Ultra Naté,
The Real Kids,
Surgeon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erasure,
Pagans,
The Barracudas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Make Up,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.