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 Burundi and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lucky Dragons to the rock 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Intrusion,
Joy Division,
The Happenings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Henry Cow,
Mission of Burma,
The Gladiators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Archie Shepp,
The Last Poets,
the Normal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
Joey Negro,
Glenn Branca,
The Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Byron Stingily,
John Coltrane,
John Holt,
Surgeon,
The Cramps,
Soul II Soul,
Toni Rubio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Trojans,
Subhumans,
OOIOO,
The Sound,
Ultravox,
a-ha,
Danielle Patucci,
Inner City,
Neu!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Mills,
Ornette Coleman,
Lower 48,
Sandy B,
Josef K,
the Slits,
The Mojo Men,
The Doors,
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Move,
Popol Vuh,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.