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 United States and from Spokane.
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 Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Severed Heads,
Mad Mike,
Section 25,
Visage,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quadrant,
Ituana,
Dark Day,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Schoolly D,
Robert Wyatt,
Toni Rubio,
Radio Birdman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Holt,
The Dirtbombs,
X-101,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
EPMD,
Outsiders,
Television Personalities,
kango's stein massive,
Dennis Brown,
The Invisible,
the Bar-Kays,
Lightning Bolt,
Aswad,
Ultravox,
Tears for Fears,
Nik Kershaw,
Boredoms,
Supertramp,
Oneida,
Yaz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hoover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minor Threat,
Skriet,
Cal Tjader,
David Axelrod,
The Moody Blues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Cluster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Subhumans,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
Depeche Mode,
48th St. Collective,
Ludus,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.