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 Ivory Coast and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Dead Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick Morgan,
New Age Steppers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pylon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smoke,
Skriet,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Toasters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Underground Resistance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tommy Roe,
Fluxion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kayak,
The Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Japan,
Roger Hodgson,
Metal Thangz,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Hood,
Barry Ungar,
Mandrill,
Lucky Dragons,
PIL,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hardrive,
Sixth Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Animal Collective,
EPMD,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
LL Cool J,
Television Personalities,
The Misunderstood,
One Last Wish,
Minny Pops,
Al Stewart,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-101,
Ronnie Foster,
Newcleus,
Dennis Brown,
The Vogues,
Blancmange,
The Red Krayola,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.