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 Costa Rica and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 Ponytail to the rock 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Wire,
David Axelrod,
the Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Flash Fearless,
Lalann,
The Evens,
Roxette,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Make Up,
Quando Quango,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mars,
The Last Poets,
Ludus,
Iggy Pop,
Saccharine Trust,
Leonard Cohen,
Sixth Finger,
Infiniti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rekid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare,
Lee Hazlewood,
Basic Channel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick May,
Second Layer,
Excepter,
Suicide,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donald Byrd,
Organ,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Underground Resistance,
Slave,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun City Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boogie Down Productions,
James White and The Blacks,
Accadde A,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alphaville,
Lou Christie,
Television Personalities,
the Slits,
The Fall,
The Monks,
Black Sheep,
Byron Stingily,
Cameo,
World's Most,
The Smoke,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.