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 Macedonia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Das Ding to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Juan Atkins,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Hill,
New York Dolls,
The Last Poets,
Man Parrish,
Pagans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yaz,
Scientists,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pretty Things,
Oblivians,
Black Flag,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Tremeloes,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Sight & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blake Baxter,
Icehouse,
Skriet,
June of 44,
Jacob Miller,
The Slits,
EPMD,
Maurizio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masters at Work,
Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Pierre Henry,
Japan,
John Holt,
The Techniques,
Joe Smooth,
The Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Judy Mowatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed,
Nik Kershaw,
Rod Modell,
Letta Mbulu,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Pus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Excepter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Godley & Creme,
The Happenings,
Laurel Aitken,
Scan 7,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.