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 Paraguay and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Ponytail to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
PIL,
48th St. Collective,
Scientists,
The Zeros,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Modern Lovers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sound Behaviour,
Urselle,
Gang of Four,
Pole,
Liliput,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
Sight & Sound,
Supertramp,
Quantec,
The Fall,
Drexciya,
Thee Headcoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Lower 48,
New York Dolls,
The Black Dice,
Albert Ayler,
Funky Four + One,
Q65,
Blancmange,
Nirvana,
Absolute Body Control,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Organ,
Negative Approach,
Malaria!,
Suicide,
Von Mondo,
Camberwell Now,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sixth Finger,
Babytalk,
Scratch Acid,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Copeland,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Little Man,
Quando Quango,
Ronnie Foster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
H. Thieme,
The Smoke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacob Miller,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.