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 Netherlands and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 The Fuzztones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Joey Negro,
Youth Brigade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gories,
Saccharine Trust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
Funky Four + One,
Easy Going,
The Alarm Clocks,
Second Layer,
Roxy Music,
The Dead C,
Procol Harum,
Duran Duran,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lakeside,
Glenn Branca,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Hill,
Tres Demented,
X-102,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Almond,
The Moleskins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter & Gordon,
Gong,
DJ Sneak,
Marine Girls,
Lalann,
Ituana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Pus,
Nico,
John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Josef K,
Bill Wells,
Jacques Brel,
The Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Michelle Simonal,
Cybotron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Whodini,
Nils Olav,
The Blackbyrds,
Ken Boothe,
Albert Ayler,
Byron Stingily,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.