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 Kosovo and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Vladislav Delay 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Techniques,
Glambeats Corp.,
K-Klass,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Near,
Chris & Cosey,
Nico,
KRS-One,
Jeff Lynne,
Sandy B,
The Velvet Underground,
PIL,
Groovy Waters,
Black Bananas,
The Names,
Boz Scaggs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Residents,
Connie Case,
The Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Depeche Mode,
The Music Machine,
ABBA,
L. Decosne,
Basic Channel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Stooges,
The Angels of Light,
Eli Mardock,
Harry Pussy,
The Gories,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Birthday Party,
Newcleus,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Rundgren,
The Searchers,
Negative Approach,
Little Man,
Saccharine Trust,
Jawbox,
the Association,
Surgeon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gap Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Five Americans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cramps,
The Smiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quadrant,
Bush Tetras,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.