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 Micronesia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mantronix to the grunge 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Rites of Spring,
FM Einheit,
Von Mondo,
Soft Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Beau Brummels,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delta 5,
Subhumans,
Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Iggy Pop,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gun Club,
Underground Resistance,
Archie Shepp,
Juan Atkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monolake,
Urselle,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang On A Can,
The Searchers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bauhaus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Teasers,
The Misunderstood,
The Divine Comedy,
The Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
The Blues Magoos,
Camberwell Now,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smiths,
Cameo,
Magazine,
The Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wasted Youth,
Television Personalities,
Animal Collective,
Lyres,
kango's stein massive,
Lightning Bolt,
T.S.O.L.,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare,
The Black Dice,
Ultimate Spinach,
Infiniti,
The Barracudas,
Interpol,
David Bowie,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.