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 Bolivia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Rufus Thomas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Warsaw,
the Human League,
The Move,
Altered Images,
The Cowsills,
Wally Richardson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Pus,
Cheater Slicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Newcleus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
The Modern Lovers,
Rekid,
The Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dead Boys,
The Fuzztones,
The Angels of Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
cv313,
Blake Baxter,
Dawn Penn,
Second Layer,
Sällskapet,
Slave,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moebius,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skarface,
Yusef Lateef,
Reagan Youth,
Rapeman,
Yaz,
Magma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scion,
Cecil Taylor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Little Man,
Bauhaus,
Graham Central Station,
Boz Scaggs,
Grauzone,
Jandek,
The Neon Judgement,
Surgeon,
Deadbeat,
Outsiders,
Warren Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Michelle Simonal,
The Wake,
F. McDonald,
Lakeside,
Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.