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 Madagascar and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Unwound to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lebanon Hanover,
Colin Newman,
Silicon Teens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Magma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Janne Schatter,
Boz Scaggs,
Cecil Taylor,
Model 500,
D'Angelo,
the Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Minnie Riperton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Selecter,
Quantec,
Japan,
Graham Central Station,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gong,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiohead,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Style,
Man Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funky Four + One,
Echospace,
Oneida,
Amon Düül II,
Vainqueur,
Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agitation Free,
Inner City,
Mantronix,
Neu!,
Anakelly,
Crispy Ambulance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young,
the Human League,
The Pop Group,
Tim Buckley,
Warren Ellis,
Pagans,
Bobby Sherman,
The Count Five,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Copeland,
In Retrospect,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Idris Muhammad,
Swell Maps,
Fugazi,
The Gun Club,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.