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 Gabon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Erykah Badu to the rock 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Charles Mingus,
Bad Manners,
MC5,
Alphaville,
MDC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angry Samoans,
Slave,
the Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers,
Patti Smith,
Boredoms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wings,
World's Most,
Los Fastidios,
Howard Jones,
The Slits,
Talk Talk,
Second Layer,
Swell Maps,
Todd Terry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp,
Fluxion,
48th St. Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
Tom Boy,
Pere Ubu,
Whodini,
T. Rex,
Pole,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Residents,
Drexciya,
Bootsy Collins,
Minnie Riperton,
The Last Poets,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lower 48,
Bronski Beat,
Franke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anthony Braxton,
Idris Muhammad,
PIL,
Jandek,
Rapeman,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slick Rick,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacob Miller,
U.S. Maple,
Minor Threat,
Buzzcocks,
The Offenders,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.