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 Zambia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Grass Roots,
Vainqueur,
The Moody Blues,
Black Sheep,
Basic Channel,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pretty Things,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mummies,
Andrew Hill,
Fear,
Stockholm Monsters,
In Retrospect,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Schoolly D,
Drexciya,
Intrusion,
Mission of Burma,
The Fortunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
JFA,
The New Christs,
Khruangbin,
The Birthday Party,
Zero Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The J.B.'s,
Joyce Sims,
Subhumans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Clear Light,
X-102,
The Cure,
Mandrill,
The Gun Club,
Yusef Lateef,
Reuben Wilson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aaron Thompson,
Suburban Knight,
Jandek,
Rufus Thomas,
New York Dolls,
Donald Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Görl,
Chris Corsano,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Black Dice,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.