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 Ethiopia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 Index to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Grey Daturas,
Minnie Riperton,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül,
Charles Mingus,
Silicon Teens,
Make Up,
Drexciya,
Bush Tetras,
ABC,
Lungfish,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
The Vogues,
Camouflage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Circle Jerks,
X-101,
Marmalade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Japan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Terry,
Derrick May,
Morten Harket,
Panda Bear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Litter,
AZ,
Scion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Goldenarms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Carl Craig,
Scientists,
Bang On A Can,
Flash Fearless,
Aural Exciters,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Light Orchestra,
EPMD,
Supertramp,
The Names,
Scratch Acid,
Sixth Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Slave,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minor Threat,
Bauhaus,
Young Marble Giants,
Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Anakelly,
Easy Going,
Liliput,
Barry Ungar,
Ice-T,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.