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 South Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eden Ahbez to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Eden Ahbez,
Minnie Riperton,
Motorama,
The Count Five,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nirvana,
Crime,
Dark Day,
Massinfluence,
Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Human League,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Basic Channel,
EPMD,
AZ,
Absolute Body Control,
Sparks,
Todd Terry,
The American Breed,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Sneak,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yaz,
The Walker Brothers,
Pagans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alton Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
Bluetip,
Soulsonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Residents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Can,
Liliput,
Jeff Lynne,
The Grass Roots,
New York Dolls,
John Foxx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Enemy,
Pharoah Sanders,
June Days,
Mark Hollis,
L. Decosne,
Monolake,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Wells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shuggie Otis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Moon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grauzone,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.