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 Japan and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Buzzcocks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Clarke,
The Last Poets,
Mad Mike,
Chris Corsano,
Pantytec,
The Evens,
Zapp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roger Hodgson,
Livin' Joy,
The Count Five,
Junior Murvin,
Aswad,
Metal Thangz,
Wings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lyres,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ponytail,
Boredoms,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fall,
Das Ding,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang of Four,
The Invisible,
Glenn Branca,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
Lou Reed,
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New York Dolls,
Steve Hackett,
X-102,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra,
Pylon,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Searchers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Franke,
Neu!,
LL Cool J,
Morten Harket,
Lightning Bolt,
Arab on Radar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fugs,
AZ,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.