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 Colombia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Gong to the techno 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cymande,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Halsall,
Wolf Eyes,
Hardrive,
Cluster,
Sugar Minott,
Joyce Sims,
Rufus Thomas,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
cv313,
Severed Heads,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Smooth,
Moby Grape,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cowsills,
The Toasters,
Little Man,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Invisible,
Anthony Braxton,
Angry Samoans,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare,
Rod Modell,
DNA,
Neu!,
Joe Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
The Knickerbockers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonic Youth,
UT,
Eli Mardock,
Radiohead,
Todd Rundgren,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minnie Riperton,
Flipper,
Lalo Schifrin,
Section 25,
The United States of America,
Sex Pistols,
Bad Manners,
Judy Mowatt,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.