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 Mauritius and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Peter and Kerry to the rock 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Fear,
Dennis Brown,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hoover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Derrick Morgan,
Marmalade,
Sister Nancy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
The Cure,
Erasure,
Audionom,
Donald Byrd,
Technova,
Toni Rubio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultra Naté,
Kas Product,
U.S. Maple,
Scrapy,
Robert Wyatt,
Severed Heads,
Roger Hodgson,
The American Breed,
48th St. Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doors,
Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacob Miller,
Underground Resistance,
The Fortunes,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Adolescents,
Interpol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boredoms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Lynne,
ABBA,
The Toasters,
Buzzcocks,
Sparks,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Enemy,
Liliput,
Ice-T,
Das Ding,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.