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 Macedonia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ten City to the jazz 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Magma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick May,
Bobby Sherman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Wake,
Intrusion,
Blancmange,
Jawbox,
Joy Division,
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delta 5,
Ludus,
Bluetip,
Wire,
H. Thieme,
Black Pus,
The Fuzztones,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mummies,
Ice-T,
The Young Rascals,
The Five Americans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
Monks,
Audionom,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bauhaus,
Amazonics,
China Crisis,
MC5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barbara Tucker,
Groovy Waters,
Peter and Kerry,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
cv313,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mr. Review,
The Toasters,
Make Up,
K-Klass,
Duran Duran,
48th St. Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gladiators,
Japan,
Chris Corsano,
Thompson Twins,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.