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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Massinfluence to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
New Order,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-101,
The Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
E-Dancer,
Interpol,
The Busters,
World's Most,
Pierre Henry,
Essential Logic,
Nirvana,
Royal Trux,
The Index,
Fela Kuti,
Brand Nubian,
Rosa Yemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masters at Work,
Cecil Taylor,
The Standells,
Eric Copeland,
Warren Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Newcleus,
Yellowson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mojo Men,
The Birthday Party,
MC5,
Main Source,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Colin Newman,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Near,
Marshall Jefferson,
kango's stein massive,
Bush Tetras,
FM Einheit,
Eden Ahbez,
Severed Heads,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Lynne,
Crash Course in Science,
Popol Vuh,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television,
David Axelrod,
Joey Negro,
F. McDonald,
Ossler,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.