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 Libya and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Half Japanese to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jandek,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glambeats Corp.,
Japan,
the Normal,
Andrew Hill,
Unwound,
Lucky Dragons,
Cluster,
Quadrant,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slackers,
Public Enemy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Average White Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiohead,
Arab on Radar,
Fat Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Audionom,
The Martian,
The Moleskins,
The Smiths,
The Smoke,
Icehouse,
Soulsonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fall,
Section 25,
Con Funk Shun,
Isaac Hayes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Techniques,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
kango's stein massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gap Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Crime,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Juan Atkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Raincoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
The Index,
Black Moon,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.