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 Liechtenstein and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Trumans Water to the jazz 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Motorama,
Drexciya,
Connie Case,
Funky Four + One,
Ronan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Wire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Smooth,
Organ,
KRS-One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aaron Thompson,
Deakin,
Roger Hodgson,
Judy Mowatt,
Pierre Henry,
Yusef Lateef,
Wally Richardson,
Mandrill,
John Holt,
Pussy Galore,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brick,
Cecil Taylor,
The Five Americans,
The Star Department,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
The Cure,
Royal Trux,
Los Fastidios,
Animal Collective,
Mr. Review,
Fad Gadget,
Quantec,
Sex Pistols,
John Cale,
Mantronix,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Busters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zapp,
Nirvana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rufus Thomas,
Sight & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Babytalk,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.