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 East Timor and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Neil Young to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Grauzone,
Roxy Music,
Erasure,
The Walker Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Ituana,
The Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kas Product,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fear,
Sonic Youth,
Q and Not U,
The Grass Roots,
Mandrill,
The Move,
Ponytail,
Tim Buckley,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vladislav Delay,
Sam Rivers,
Fad Gadget,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neu!,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Red Krayola,
Janne Schatter,
Harry Pussy,
John Holt,
The Leaves,
Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-102,
Freddie Wadling,
the Sonics,
the Association,
Chris Corsano,
The Selecter,
Amazonics,
Smog,
The Doors,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blake Baxter,
Davy DMX,
Nik Kershaw,
Lakeside,
The Saints,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Prunes,
10cc,
Lalann,
Nils Olav,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blossom Toes,
The Dave Clark Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nico,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.