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 Niger and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tim Buckley to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Wyatt,
Icehouse,
Wolf Eyes,
Hasil Adkins,
New Age Steppers,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Mills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Motions,
Maurizio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The United States of America,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yaz,
Babytalk,
Drexciya,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Magazine,
The Remains,
Pere Ubu,
Model 500,
The Mummies,
Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kayak,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacob Miller,
Newcleus,
Sparks,
Mantronix,
Cheater Slicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ten City,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Christie,
The Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Patti Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eddi Front,
Blancmange,
Alice Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Dolphy,
The Trojans,
The Cure,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Green,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.