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 Iceland and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Jerry's Kids to the disco 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Circle Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deadbeat,
Popol Vuh,
The Slits,
Mantronix,
Jawbox,
Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fela Kuti,
Wolf Eyes,
the Swans,
Adolescents,
Quadrant,
The Moleskins,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare,
New Age Steppers,
Infiniti,
Essential Logic,
Robert Hood,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlback,
China Crisis,
The Techniques,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
MDC,
Camberwell Now,
Ituana,
Prince Buster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hoover,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers,
Jandek,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Victims,
Rod Modell,
The Young Rascals,
Toni Rubio,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Stooges,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Kinks,
The Grass Roots,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fuzztones,
Roger Hodgson,
Faust,
Ornette Coleman,
Erasure,
The Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Sight & Sound,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.