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 Lyon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Khruangbin,
kango's stein massive,
The Litter,
New Order,
Sandy B,
The Angels of Light,
The Associates,
The Smoke,
Alison Limerick,
Junior Murvin,
Connie Case,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Remains,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harpers Bizarre,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arthur Verocai,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Bourne,
Joey Negro,
FM Einheit,
Sparks,
Urselle,
Johnny Clarke,
MC5,
Nirvana,
Con Funk Shun,
John Foxx,
Organ,
Guru Guru,
Surgeon,
Marine Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacob Miller,
One Last Wish,
Lakeside,
Deakin,
Nick Fraelich,
The Stooges,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Danielle Patucci,
The Count Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Scientists,
The Divine Comedy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed,
Moss Icon,
Grey Daturas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Teasers,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Das Ding,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.