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 Georgia 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Residents,
Todd Rundgren,
The United States of America,
The Wake,
Yellowson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cluster,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skaos,
Nils Olav,
Altered Images,
Boredoms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joy Division,
Royal Trux,
Arcadia,
Kas Product,
Underground Resistance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slackers,
The Invisible,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ken Boothe,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Five Americans,
June Days,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
Kaleidoscope,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiohead,
Supertramp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Vainqueur,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Essential Logic,
Young Marble Giants,
Minor Threat,
The Divine Comedy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Michelle Simonal,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cure,
The Angels of Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lucky Dragons,
Fat Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joensuu 1685,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultravox,
New Order,
Shuggie Otis,
Niagra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.