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 San Marino and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Darondo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Half Japanese,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Real Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Byron Stingily,
Harmonia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gun Club,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Babytalk,
Scion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lakeside,
Sparks,
Average White Band,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
AZ,
Carl Craig,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy Collins,
Godley & Creme,
Gichy Dan,
The Stooges,
Neu!,
Technova,
Eurythmics,
Essential Logic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Steve Hackett,
The J.B.'s,
the Germs,
The Mummies,
EPMD,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Khruangbin,
Y Pants,
The Walker Brothers,
The American Breed,
Hashim,
The Gories,
The Shadows of Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Metal Thangz,
The Motions,
F. McDonald,
The Sonics,
Altered Images,
Soft Machine,
Blancmange,
Alison Limerick,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.