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 Estonia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Sexual Harrassment to the electroclash 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Los Fastidios,
Marcia Griffiths,
Janne Schatter,
Ludus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drexciya,
Sixth Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Chris Corsano,
Kerri Chandler,
These Immortal Souls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Motions,
Newcleus,
Yaz,
Steve Hackett,
Max Romeo,
Main Source,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joy Division,
Altered Images,
Ken Boothe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Crime,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Siglo XX,
AZ,
Gichy Dan,
Suburban Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Urselle,
the Association,
ABBA,
The Sonics,
The Real Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
Masters at Work,
Ralphi Rosario,
Albert Ayler,
Radiohead,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed,
FM Einheit,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Bowie,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ice-T,
E-Dancer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echospace,
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.