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 Macedonia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Goldenarms to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Urselle,
David Bowie,
The Stooges,
Archie Shepp,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pylon,
Magma,
Scan 7,
DJ Style,
Eddi Front,
The Slackers,
Darondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Al Stewart,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Human League,
Black Sheep,
MC5,
Infiniti,
Bob Dylan,
Symarip,
Whodini,
AZ,
Arab on Radar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Shoche,
Hashim,
48th St. Collective,
Deadbeat,
The Zeros,
Byron Stingily,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hoover,
The Sonics,
Black Pus,
Judy Mowatt,
Eden Ahbez,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABBA,
Eurythmics,
The Motions,
Glenn Branca,
Spandau Ballet,
The Move,
Barbara Tucker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Audionom,
Anakelly,
David Axelrod,
Lee Hazlewood,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.