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 Ukraine and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Albert Ayler to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Scientists,
The Motions,
T.S.O.L.,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Walker Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Black Moon,
Leonard Cohen,
Guru Guru,
Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
The Black Dice,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Sherman,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
Minny Pops,
Lightning Bolt,
Freddie Wadling,
Letta Mbulu,
Josef K,
Maleditus Sound,
B.T. Express,
Prince Buster,
Davy DMX,
DJ Sneak,
DNA,
The Dead C,
The Barracudas,
Ultra Naté,
Sonic Youth,
Mad Mike,
The Wake,
Surgeon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crash Course in Science,
Mandrill,
Loose Ends,
The J.B.'s,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
R.M.O.,
Brand Nubian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Arthur Verocai,
Cal Tjader,
E-Dancer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronan,
Skarface,
Rosa Yemen,
Babytalk,
Joe Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Pylon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.