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 Uruguay and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Audionom to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jawbox,
Bill Near,
The Mummies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nils Olav,
Don Cherry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Mills,
Aural Exciters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mr. Review,
Hoover,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Moon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dark Day,
Deadbeat,
F. McDonald,
Procol Harum,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick May,
Simply Red,
Prince Buster,
Gong,
This Heat,
Bobby Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Divine Comedy,
The Offenders,
Barbara Tucker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Parry Music,
Lindisfarne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Al Stewart,
Sällskapet,
Negative Approach,
X-101,
The Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Delta 5,
Pussy Galore,
KRS-One,
Young Marble Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Angels of Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cure,
Morten Harket,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.