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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
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 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 John Coltrane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arab on Radar,
Metal Thangz,
Underground Resistance,
OOIOO,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
La Düsseldorf,
Nirvana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Royal Trux,
The Busters,
Saccharine Trust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Names,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
L. Decosne,
Boredoms,
Gang of Four,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiohead,
Beasts of Bourbon,
This Heat,
Faust,
Alphaville,
Minor Threat,
Panda Bear,
The Slits,
Country Teasers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-Ray Spex,
The Motions,
Kas Product,
Liliput,
Marvin Gaye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bauhaus,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Clarke,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Searchers,
Glenn Branca,
Sam Rivers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fugs,
The Cramps,
Davy DMX,
Michelle Simonal,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
Freddie Wadling,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Groovy Waters,
Bluetip,
Skaos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.