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 Paraguay and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Bill Wells to the techno 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Bluetip,
Essential Logic,
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
Brand Nubian,
Crash Course in Science,
Radio Birdman,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jawbox,
Nils Olav,
Colin Newman,
Wally Richardson,
Crooked Eye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tres Demented,
Mandrill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zero Boys,
Interpol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lungfish,
Robert Hood,
Pere Ubu,
Lee Hazlewood,
K-Klass,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Niagra,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Raincoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Soul II Soul,
LL Cool J,
The Cowsills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barry Ungar,
The Gun Club,
Kurtis Blow,
Soulsonic Force,
Model 500,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sonics,
the Association,
the Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
The Slits,
The Fortunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Desert Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yazoo,
The Barracudas,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
Juan Atkins,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.