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 El Salvador 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lucky Dragons to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Funkadelic,
Blossom Toes,
Flash Fearless,
Jawbox,
Reuben Wilson,
Fear,
Roxy Music,
Little Man,
Symarip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James White and The Blacks,
Oblivians,
Swell Maps,
the Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The United States of America,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cheater Slicks,
Neu!,
Faust,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra,
Sam Rivers,
Schoolly D,
Ohio Players,
B.T. Express,
Arthur Verocai,
D'Angelo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Junior Murvin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Roger Hodgson,
Das Ding,
The Residents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Max Romeo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mantronix,
Dual Sessions,
Suburban Knight,
Blancmange,
Oneida,
The Blues Magoos,
John Foxx,
The Five Americans,
Dead Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David McCallum,
Robert Hood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiohead,
Graham Central Station,
Traffic Nightmare,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.