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 Ecuador and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Scion to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Joe Smooth,
China Crisis,
The Blackbyrds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Count Five,
Kayak,
Eden Ahbez,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roger Hodgson,
Brand Nubian,
Make Up,
Amon Düül II,
Bang On A Can,
Anthony Braxton,
the Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
The Stooges,
Wings,
Bizarre Inc.,
DNA,
The Invisible,
Terry Callier,
The Techniques,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun City Girls,
Average White Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Near,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Animal Collective,
the Sonics,
R.M.O.,
World's Most,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Royal Trux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Green,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Simply Red,
Delta 5,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Sherman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Outsiders,
Soft Machine,
Kas Product,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Hoover,
The Walker Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Buzzcocks,
FM Einheit,
Isaac Hayes,
Liliput,
The Martian,
Porter Ricks,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.