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 Bulgaria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Altered Images,
Masters at Work,
The Vogues,
Metal Thangz,
Wally Richardson,
Guru Guru,
Bauhaus,
DNA,
Pierre Henry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris Corsano,
Brand Nubian,
David Bowie,
Tres Demented,
The Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Niagra,
Fluxion,
Scientists,
Radio Birdman,
Mission of Burma,
Chrome,
Eric Dolphy,
Wings,
Black Sheep,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Order,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cymande,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slackers,
Faraquet,
Barbara Tucker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gichy Dan,
Sound Behaviour,
Cluster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed,
Bad Manners,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brick,
Siglo XX,
The Gun Club,
Slave,
Gang of Four,
The Star Department,
Los Fastidios,
Joensuu 1685,
Tropical Tobacco,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Animal Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Graham Central Station,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.