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 Chad and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Y Pants,
The Golliwogs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faust,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Human League,
Quantec,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Saccharine Trust,
Gichy Dan,
Hoover,
Laurel Aitken,
Minutemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Marine Girls,
Animal Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Pus,
UT,
Glambeats Corp.,
Royal Trux,
Magazine,
Black Sheep,
The Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gong,
Marmalade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacob Miller,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed,
The Wake,
Can,
Max Romeo,
Lalann,
the Germs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fugazi,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ice-T,
Robert Görl,
Erasure,
Shuggie Otis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacques Brel,
Leonard Cohen,
Funkadelic,
Throbbing Gristle,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.