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 Fiji and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
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 oboe 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 Kayak to the grunge 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Scan 7,
OOIOO,
Funkadelic,
The Busters,
48th St. Collective,
Moby Grape,
Whodini,
Lebanon Hanover,
Von Mondo,
The Misunderstood,
KRS-One,
Quantec,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Womack,
Arcadia,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June of 44,
Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Average White Band,
Oneida,
Joyce Sims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Silicon Teens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June Days,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mr. Review,
Dawn Penn,
Bang On A Can,
Barrington Levy,
John Cale,
Lalann,
The Zeros,
Camberwell Now,
Jandek,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Sneak,
Skriet,
Marc Almond,
Hardrive,
Connie Case,
Sandy B,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tubeway Army,
Porter Ricks,
Thompson Twins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Near,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pylon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.