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 Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 The Angels of Light to the crunk 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
David Bowie,
Ronnie Foster,
Swans,
Byron Stingily,
The Martian,
DJ Sneak,
The Mojo Men,
Bob Dylan,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gastr Del Sol,
Maleditus Sound,
Carl Craig,
X-101,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masters at Work,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Swans,
Visage,
Sonic Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magazine,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Christie,
Arthur Verocai,
Mission of Burma,
Slave,
The Human League,
Q65,
Talk Talk,
Wire,
The Buckinghams,
Dual Sessions,
Ossler,
The Raincoats,
Erasure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shuggie Otis,
Average White Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Lynne,
Quadrant,
Joyce Sims,
The Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mark Hollis,
Pole,
Half Japanese,
Oneida,
Scan 7,
Zapp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aloha Tigers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.