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 Belarus and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
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 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 Bobby Sherman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skarface,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
Lindisfarne,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers,
The Invisible,
The Vogues,
Nick Fraelich,
Tommy Roe,
Funkadelic,
Ronnie Foster,
Heaven 17,
The Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter & Gordon,
Roger Hodgson,
Con Funk Shun,
June Days,
Black Sheep,
the Germs,
Blancmange,
The Blues Magoos,
Skriet,
Desert Stars,
DJ Style,
Steve Hackett,
The Moleskins,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
Faraquet,
Metal Thangz,
Freddie Wadling,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Minor Threat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter and Kerry,
UT,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
The Evens,
Joe Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Ponytail,
Suburban Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Black Dice,
Eden Ahbez,
Laurel Aitken,
PIL,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
Arthur Verocai,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.