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 Kosovo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Graham Central Station to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
F. McDonald,
Franke,
Roxy Music,
Morten Harket,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
OOIOO,
Minor Threat,
Surgeon,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kaleidoscope,
The Knickerbockers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harmonia,
Mr. Review,
EPMD,
Das Ding,
David Bowie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Symarip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flipper,
Sister Nancy,
Anakelly,
Ossler,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Icehouse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New York Dolls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
Steve Hackett,
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
The Zeros,
Gang Green,
Echospace,
Cluster,
Cheater Slicks,
Camberwell Now,
The Dave Clark Five,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Los Fastidios,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Wire,
Fela Kuti,
Circle Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
John Lydon,
Kerri Chandler,
Crooked Eye,
The Martian,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.