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 Lesotho and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Gun Club,
Parry Music,
Dennis Brown,
Sun City Girls,
Agent Orange,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Near,
Nik Kershaw,
Yellowson,
Arthur Verocai,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Albert Ayler,
The Monks,
Bad Manners,
Tom Boy,
Lakeside,
Junior Murvin,
the Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Derrick Morgan,
PIL,
Model 500,
Buzzcocks,
Nirvana,
Joe Smooth,
John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Rosa Yemen,
Qualms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Heaven 17,
Intrusion,
Ornette Coleman,
Wings,
Unrelated Segments,
The Leaves,
Circle Jerks,
The New Christs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Accadde A,
Animal Collective,
Blossom Toes,
The Slits,
The Count Five,
Cybotron,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Audionom,
The Barracudas,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.