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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sonic Youth 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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Neil Young,
Andrew Hill,
Sound Behaviour,
Minnie Riperton,
Letta Mbulu,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Neon Judgement,
Bad Manners,
Archie Shepp,
Crooked Eye,
Ten City,
Jacob Miller,
Crispian St. Peters,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doors,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Victims,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Sonics,
Black Flag,
Suicide,
Amon Düül II,
Nik Kershaw,
The Searchers,
The Last Poets,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gichy Dan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Saints,
Index,
The Toasters,
Moebius,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Dolphy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Youth Brigade,
Symarip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shuggie Otis,
Stereo Dub,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick May,
Hashim,
Bang On A Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lower 48,
John Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Steve Hackett,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.