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 Senegal 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Kayak to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers,
DNA,
MC5,
Stiv Bators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris Corsano,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Inner City,
Rotary Connection,
The Golliwogs,
Slave,
The Young Rascals,
Pantytec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Byron Stingily,
T. Rex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Interpol,
Minutemen,
Q65,
The Remains,
Subhumans,
Jerry's Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Supertramp,
The Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Dennis Brown,
Clear Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unwound,
Drexciya,
Reuben Wilson,
U.S. Maple,
Cal Tjader,
Hashim,
Joy Division,
The Associates,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultravox,
X-Ray Spex,
Blossom Toes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Second Layer,
Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Procol Harum,
Ten City,
Alphaville,
Model 500,
Fort Wilson Riot,
China Crisis,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.