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 Australia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 Pylon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Mojo Men,
Arab on Radar,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Near,
Minnie Riperton,
Joensuu 1685,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ken Boothe,
Maurizio,
The Techniques,
Buzzcocks,
Josef K,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Leonard Cohen,
Oblivians,
Outsiders,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Style,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Duran Duran,
Pylon,
Country Teasers,
Roxy Music,
Franke,
Funkadelic,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
F. McDonald,
Saccharine Trust,
Suburban Knight,
The Dead C,
Eurythmics,
Accadde A,
Pharoah Sanders,
Excepter,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Mills,
Loose Ends,
The Monochrome Set,
Carl Craig,
the Association,
D'Angelo,
Vainqueur,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
Livin' Joy,
The Black Dice,
Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arthur Verocai,
X-102,
The Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.